There are only 2 persons that I hate the most. One is the Thai guy I know from L.A., another is one of my classmates in Muncie.

Speaking of L.A., more people are coming to my mind. From my own experience, L.A. is the worst place to live. I spent several months there. Even though all bad things happened only to my friends and never to me, I still hate the place.

I did some big mistakes in the past so some people must have hated me too. I never regret for what I did because I still think it was a right thing to do at the time. It's not possible to please everyone.

When I give, I don't want anything in return because they only give the disappointment. More people means more disappointment.

My life is not totally screwed. There are some nice people I know and will never forget also.