Sometime during training in camp, I thought to myself. I'm really that lousy. I'm puzzled.
People said I'm good but I think otherwise. I still lose out. If you know what I'm talking about. I got no where to stand, probably at the back. Where is stand? Think I shouldn't have even appear.

I remember my aunt said this to me, "You bring nothing but trouble." I remember it well. She asked me why I tattooed I told her cos I like it, but in fact I just try to put all the hurt on my skin. I wouldn't be so silly to kill myself though I have thoughts of doing that sometimes. Since I'm so unwanted.