I stared at the man in front of me with shock and pain written all over my face. I couldn't bear to be okay with whatever he was saying to me.

How dare he call my life miserable when he has no idea of how I fight for my survival? Like,  who the fuck does he think he is? How can people always mean this to me? Was I born to always leave as the tail while people match on me like I'm some sort of animal?

No feelings and no emotions also; all he did was continue talking, causing my life to be boring.

My fight for survival was...