When I had a failing grade when I was in third year high shool, it didn't really matter.
When I was compared with my sister for a lot of times, it didn't really matter.
When I was stood up with my favorite band because they told me there was an emergency, it didn't really matter.
When my friends started betraying me when they found out that I'm backing out to our "barkada", it didn't really matter.
When my mom nearly abandoned me because of my attitude, it didn't really matter.
When my mom embarrased me in the mall with a lot of people, it didn't really matter.
When my father left us because he can't contain my attitude and his problems with my mom, it didn't really matter.
When my classmate almost choke me when I destroyed her project because it was a mess, it didn't really matter.
When I almost got kicked out of my school because I slapped my teacher's butt because I was shooing her, it didn't really matter.
When I got into an accident and none of them even helped me or even bring me to the hospital,
It mattered.
It pained me.
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It Doesn't Really Matter
General FictionAll of the things that had happened to her didn't really matter. But when she got into an accident and no one was there for her, it mattered.
