Life on the Internet is trash, sometimes there are some perverts who likes to harass teenage girls and still jump in to ask, "What grade are you, baby?", Then take off your clothes and send it to me. I, disgusted, but still waiting for those questions, felt like I was getting special attention. I know, I know, I know it sounds crazy, no matter how sick it is, but believe me, when you are me, only a message in the mailbox vibrating can make you melt a little. I wish I didn't know, I wish I didn't understand, I wish my head fits a little bit more with my twelve-year-old body, because I can't imagine there is more misery in the world than a madman knowing i'm crazy.
My middle school dating started also from bewilderment after the day I was nine years old. One time my classmate told me, " Now I see my classmates, I fall for them, my parents look at other middle-aged people and fall for them, so when I'm in my old age, I will think old men are handsome." That question made me panic, because thanks to it I realized it was only normal to like people of my age group.
I hang around with many of them. He is at least ten years older than me. My favorite guys wear leather handbags, who always smell of cigarettes. But that kind is rare, because guys that wear suits, are afraid of going to prison, so I usually "pick up" some of you guys older than ten but your heart is ten years older. Skipping school, running away from home, racing, hugging lots, etc. and so on.
But no matter what, I won't be with anyone for long.
- The simple fact 1: Children with eyes cracked ass don't want to understand what love is, just like games, especially what is banned.
- The simple truth 2: The story of abuse left me with a big hole, and I never knew when I was touched by others. I don't know if that touch will be a slap or a lock to hold people, that it is a touch, or is it just a touch? Every person's gesture becomes a question to me, what do you feel you are doing, what do you want to achieve with that, where do you think I will let you go? Of course in the end it didn't work out, other than my reputation as a picturesque image in the museum, touching me was a constant siren. Until now, when my friends invited me to go for a massage, i didn't want to go, as long as someone lays a hand on me, I would have relentless shivers.
In middle school, or where you were, you would be able to make friends with real stupid people, and so I got to know my four best friends now: Thao, Thuy , Duong and Nam. At first, I thought it was really funny, I bought them with money. I know nothing more, I only have money, I only know how to use your money to eat, take you out, buy gifts for you, and pay their online bills to chat on yahoo. [30,000 Mothers daily allowance] x [5 days a week] x [52 weeks a year] x [2 years] = VND 15,600,000 to have four best friends for life. By eighth grade, my house went bankrupt, how the hell are they playing with me?
Thao, a tomboy, practiced dancing, wore an upside-down cap wearing a uniform, later her hair grew as long until her butt, hobby was watching Korean movies and cooking.
Thuy dreams of being a bass player of rock band, and is now teaching children at preschool.
Duong was considered by the male classmates to be the prettiest and the best in the group, one day he moved to Germany and disappeared.
Nam, Nam specializes in being friends in the basket.
Nam, now he has identified himself as gay - and at that time, every man who called him a gay, Nam was angry, and Nam wanted to call his friends. Seventh grade, after a few times the homeroom teacher found out that Nam had been bruised because of being teased, she ordered that if she saw any more leaving a mark on his skin, she would discipline the whole class.
They wanted to tease him, but they couldn't find a way, so they thought of another way to bully Nam: break the glasses, pour milk tea into his schoolbag, sometimes ask for it, ... I could not stand it, I call him lover to threaten the bully. My lover sat outside the bakery near the school gate, rushing out and grabbing the bully's neck: "You dare touch my wife's brother again, I will cut you to death."
After we finished going to To Lich river, we threw away our knives, and we were arrested by the police.
So Nam, Thao, Thuy and Duong became my best friends from there. There was no happy ending for them at all.
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Lỗi - Error 404 English Translation
Non-Fiction"Finally, my autobiography book, Error 404 is out, after 2 years of work. It actually took me only 6 months to write 99% of the book, but couldn't write the ending for a long, long time. I wrote a book about a child who was sexually abused, unhappy...
