It's ♥

i still remember..

i was being called as a chicken pox last time..

i remember a young boyboy telling his daddy 'eeee daddy, ni kan ta de jiao'

i remember a auntie telling me to use those joss paper and baibai at some deserted place just to let my skin recover..

i remember, unknown people waiting for the traffic with me, will always stare at me..

i remember, unknown people waiting for bus with me, will stare at me & some will even stand a distance..

i remember.. my niece grandfather told them not to play with me when i was young..

i remember, going to lots of lots of lots of doctor just for my skin..

i remember people hating me because of my skin..

i remember aunties telling me to eat this and that..

i remember people who accidently come in contact with me, will always wipe their hands or whatever body parts..

i remember people with those disgusted face staring & looking at me..

i don't know why i remember all this sad things but its always inside my heart haunting me..

it seems like it will stay with me until i recover. i've got no confident.. yes, call me lousy call me noob.. call me chicken pox , call me disgusting monster.. arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.

red patches here & there, people walked pass me will STARE & STARE & STARE !!!!!!!!!!