Life really *****  
What the heck?
From one hand my teacher
You know  
More attention and these stuff
But that is pointless
And not a big deal
Cause he is only a teacher
And I am a top student  
Learning from him
But life does ****
That is so frustrating that I am losing everyone
Everything
I fell I am useless
The hell with everyone
I am done
Literally done
I can't focus
I am full of hatred to the person that is full of knot and difficulty
I wished these people were not in my life,
That is impossible though.
But the world would be much more beautiful like that  
Without people that want to get involved in everything
And destroy everyone's lives
I hate these people
That is right that I have got a big dream  
for the whole universe,
Worldwide peace,
But
This is impossible with this kind of people
The only thing that I can do
Or am forced do  
Or is the only possible way is to forget,
forget everything.
I will forgive them all
Even my teacher with his calm look
I don’t know how to describe his look,
Caring and passionate maybe,
But anyways,
I am afraid of it
But no it can't be what I think
Because that is ridiculous,
We are different.
I will forgive him  
and those annoying people,
Because
None of them
Even one single of them worth my time
Or my mind
Or my nerve
I will forgive them all
And make a better life  
For myself and other people
And  live a life that I like
I wish
This is what we should all do  
Forgive people that lack understanding  
Empathy  
Friendship
Respect
And passion
Or people that are all misunderstood by us
We should forgive all these people
Because they do not worth our time
Our thoughts
Or emotions
Or to be struggled because of them
But I am afraid that someone,
Either a stranger or a friend, finds this text
Because I am ashamed of the empty love and ample hatred
That are going to save lives
And the fake friends,
That I hope not anyone has any,  
but everyone will have one, unfortunately,
That may notice my concerns  
And
May be to publish it
Oh, let's be optimistic
let's be optimistic
Not realistic
That the world is unexpected  
And sometimes scary.
I don’t want to be betrayed by someone who I thought would be my friend
That is my deepest phobia
Even deeper than spiders
With their eight long legs
Walking on walls and tables
I should be hopeful
But no matter what happens
I am not ashamed of my words
Because this is what had happened  
In less than four hours of my school time
And no one
Even I
Can deny it.