People mocked and said mean things to me since I was a kid. Those things even escalated when I was 11 years old and lived on the dormitory. My first three years on the dorm were pretty much hell. Fortunately, in my second three years I could cope with the situation and start to ignore those voices.

However, deep down, no matter which i-am-okay-masks I wore on my face, It still hurt.

One of these days, sometimes people still say mean things and mock me. Surprisingly, it still hurts.

That’s why, even though I haven’t mastered this yet and makes this exact mistakes sometimes, I try to watch my words more carefully.

Words can be really hurtful, most of the times.