Disturbed Night.

I definitely love Mom and sisters and even my friends more than I love you. No love to speak for you in the first place. You don't deserve it, and no matter how hard you want to get the love from me, you have long died in my heart ever since that day. Everything is still fresh in my mind, more than ten years and all is still as vivid. 20, 30 or whatever fucking possible number of years down the road, nothing will change. You made everyone sad and pissed with your actions and irresponsibility. You being an adult totally failed in gaining respect from everyone, totally failed in showing me what an adult should be like. Great, you are the best example for "how a man should never be like", "this is called a jerk" stuff like that. You are just present in my life with your identity, just the name, and nothing more than that. You don't know me well enough, nor know the rest well enough too, ok maybe there is one exception. Stop being unreasonable (c'mon you are a grown-up!), you are NOT always right, in fact you are seldom right. People don't live for YOU, you want people to respect you, think for yourself if you deserve respect from them or not. I don't like you, and that is obvious enough. You won't want me to go scolding you while crying like I've never cried before. And I guess, if this were to really happen, I can just keep on listing out all the things you've done as if I had written and remembered my own script so damn well. Frankly speaking, I love my life without you around, and if there is to be one day when you will really be absent from my life for sure, I will cry for you, and after that I will straightaway stand up again and live life even more happily.

Congratulations, you are the man whom I shed most tears over.
To Mom and sisters, I really love you all, even if I don't say it out.

And you disturbed my night's sleep with those voices of yours that I cannot tolerate. Damn. Goodnight.