So I am here , another writer , that still trap in my truth .
Trust me, no one would care for you , what did you do , who are you , what did you said , what you had done .Really , who care?
Who are you ? people aren't interested.
The best things in life is , we could ignore how did people evaluate us , we could do everything as we wish ; the others side , we strive to be better , to be kind , to be the best things in social norm.
多好，可以不必在意别人怎么看待自己，可以随心所欲的说出来，可以做自己爱做的事。其实真的没什么，别人可以轻而易举的说出来，多么自然。
没有人会在乎，不是吗？
没有人会认真看待这样的事，不是吗？
没有人会感兴趣，不是吗？
没有人会问，没有人会说，更没有人笑，没有人哭。
我相信fairness , 我相信Karma , 我相信what you had do , what you will gain .
我相信缘份，我相信属于自己的，最后会回到我身边，不属于我的，硬抢也是别人的。
Still me , the little one, the little girl haven't grow up , I 'm still the little one .
Girl , when would you be brave ?
