It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for something you are not.

Someone told me yesterday something which could change my life for the better.

Then when I woke up this morning, someone else told me something else.

To make it even worse, I read and saw it with my own eyes that it was something else and so that someone has made a deadly mistake.

Arrghh.

Who’s to blame?

Me. I think I heard it wrongly.

Sigh.

Whatever it is, nothing could be done. I'm off to my hideout, for a period longer.

Now life has ended for me.

Bye people.