MOSQUITOS

I hate mosquitos. MOS-QUWI-TOES. They are stupid, filthy, annoying blood-suckers. They don't sparkle in the sun, they aren't totally beautiful, and, thankfully, they aren't immortal or indestructible. 

Some people are like mosquitos. They nag, they bite, they're nuisances, and people really just wanna slap them. At the moment there are two people in my year like that. A really bitchy Korean girl (lets call her MAY) and a really pig-headed Bangladesh boy (lets call him IK).

The thing is, no matter how much we hate something, no matter how useless it seems, it has a purpose. If it didn't need to be here, it wouldn't be here. This means that, basically, no matter how much you resent something, it's there for a reason, so try not to let it get you down for too long, because the best way to go is up.