vegeance

i cannot remember ,i cannot remember how many times when i walk through the long, dark corridor i just want to hold out a gun.

it was a sunny October morning. robby and i were just sitting on the bench under a willow beside the lake in the park. i bought her a cup of espresso,also one for me,and said :just a cup, i don't want to repeat the reason but just one single cup. robby said :yes ,i know,those diet and health stuff. but you know? it seems you 're so mean sometimes.why do you just buy some more snacks for friends you don't always meet ? i said : nope this is my rule.and i have boundry reasons to do it  this way. robby: then can you tell me the reason ?please?

robby is so sticky a  person, and i don't think there's anything bad ,with a nameless mysterious strengrh i told her my reason .i said it' because my parents.it's because i was raised up in an ill way.my parents were all mean persons.they bought the best things they could for me and use the worst themselves. in that way ,i  developped an ill view of money ,of everything. i now don't want to repay them anything. i want do as the way they did for me before, and let every person know that i'm a mean person .you kow what is funny? they ,my parents don't feel the way they raise me up was wrong at all ! and i just wanna emberrass them!  with any sacrifice!

i tkow this wrong way was because theii parents,my grandies,was wrong!

now i lead a loser's life . idon't wanna change . because i just kow how to lead a loser's life .and ifeel good in it.

iwill revenge ,for my dad.