Sometimes, when I began thinking aback about the various things that happened to me, I had a mixed feelings of happy, confusion and sadness. Most of the time, I wanted myself to me protrayed as a happy person. But beneath the happy face of me, all that lies are sadness. I believe no body wanted to be sad. The same applies to me I supposed. But the things that made me truly upset in my growing of yrs wud be name calling and betrayal? Can I say that?