That's why they feel so intoxicated when they come closer to the popular colony, the perfect dependency.
They pretend like they have the same taste as the king of the popular gang.
Seems like it makes them more perfect.
Or they hate the same person for no reason, just because the so-called-perfect people doesn't like that particular human being.
Sigh.
They are so pathetic.
Even the new born baby owns much more freedom than them.
At least babies can cry whenever they feel hurt.
They only can keep their tears to their bottom of hearts.
Do not lost yourself in the nugatory matters of life.
We all miss the kindergarden-original-type of you.
At least I do.
A quotation from "Fight Club":
Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.
