Sunday, July 3, 2011 @ 11:05 PM

Ever since I was a little kid, people have always criticized me. What's there to criticize about a 6 year old girl who recently moved to a foreign country with little to no guidance from her parents, struggling to get by everyday with no companionship from her peers? A lot, apparently. Just like every first grader, I've had my share of immaturity and mistakes. You'd expect people to laugh it off and forgive and forget, but for some odd reason, they could never forget my wrong doings. No, they weren't illegal or anything. I wasn't a juvenile criminal master mind that tried to make people suffer for my own enjoyment, just a small girl trying to enjoy life despite the unfortunate events. I didn't have much back then. My family was poor, we could hardly speak English, and the adults were never around so most of the responsibilities were automatically placed in the hands of a 6 year old. But when you're a small kid, nothing gets to you. Consequences aren't dire and even the smallest things become a bliss. The dearth of my necessities? I didn't bother to look at them twice. I was grateful for the things I was given and was content with them. Sadly though, people thought differently.

Because I was a growing kid without much guidance from her own mother and father, people looked down on me. They considered me as a failure.

"Success is the last thing that she'll achieve," They said.

The idea of "bad" never left their thoughts when they would see me. When I walked by, they'd whisper behind my back. Rumors spread like wild fire; I would know that better than anyone. Bull shit lies would circle around and I'd have no choice but to receive glares that felt like knives as I would walk by. People would pay attention to the tiniest details and pick out at least one damned thing about me to talk about. Everything I did was considered wrong, a failed attempt, bad, pathetic, stupid, and the list goes on. Oh and don't think that I didn't try to play extra nice to change their thoughts about me because I did and it didn't help.

Nothing would scream out "Fuck you," louder than showing off my success to those who underestimate me. My plan for success is not only to make my parents proud, but it's also to prove all of those motherfuckers wrong. So much hate, yet they don't realize it's only helping me gain inspiration to reach higher towards my goals.

Labels: It's sad that the shit talkers mentioned above were all 20+ y/o. LOL