I never quarreled with anyone, snitched on anyone, or antagonized anyone. I never framed anyone, never bothered anyone, and never offended anyone. Basically, I did whatever others asked me to do for help. I was always the one who did the most during the weekly cleaning duty. I was so hard-working and hardworking, so submissive, so aloof from the world, and I couldn't even fight back or scold me. Why do so many people still enjoy torturing me, teasing me, and making fun of me?
I feel that fate is so unfair to me, and I should have a little resistance to the fate of being an oppressed person.