In the past, I was always crying and weak. Frail and fragile like a glass. I only know how to cry when bullied or after getting angry. I always complain when I'm not needed or always exempted in the family. I was always weak when I'm sick. I always drink medicine to help soothe the pain. I was always lied by my father even when I want something. But now I am strong. When they bully me, I threaten them. I was always wanting to get my plans successful and get revenge against my family. I will never bow down to anyone even when there are laws. I wanted to kill but I can't because I would commit a grave sin. I will never show my weakness to anyone even on my family. To my father and sister who always see me as a weak one, they'll have to wait for my revenge because they are the one who made me like this. I hate them for the rest of my life. My sister will never understand the hatred I have in myself against my father. Even if father is weak, I cannot help him. Or even if my sister is weak, I can't assure to help her either. They destroyed my future and present. So for now I have to plan carefully so that they might not see my plan and destroy it again. I have my days to plan and to set out this revengeful path.
