Disgusting, truly disgusting.
Who understands, family members? Just because I have a scar on my face, I’m called a monster?
I was really so angry today that I was trembling all over, my hands still shaking!
It’s just because of this scar on my face—left from an injury in my youth, so what? Does it bother anyone?
Just now, I was walking downstairs when a few half-grown kids chased after me shouting "monster" and "weirdo," so loudly I was afraid others might hear!
Fine, they’re just kids, not understanding. I initially told myself not to bother with them, silently repeating "Children’s words are
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