I have always wanted to write an autobiography. Maybe it's because of the loneliness in my heart, or maybe it's because I have too many things to say.
So helpless when no one can understand.
I didn't want to talk, go out, or interact with anyone.
I closed myself in a small room, screamed, struggled, and cried out the pain in my heart.
Only when you are exhausted, your heartbeat speeds up, and you are too tired to feel weak, will you slowly close your eyes and fall asleep hugging the fluffy quilt.
At this point, I don't know how long I can sleep, and I don't know if I can wake up again after falling asleep! All I know is that at this moment, I feel like I am dead. His mind was blank, his brows were furrowed, and he looked ferocious. Sleeping in darkness and pain.
When I suddenly woke up from the darkness at 3 o'clock in the middle of the night. Feeling nervous, I opened my eyes anxiously and frightened. Afraid, waking up to a new self. I am afraid that something unexpected will happen and I will be tortured.
Don't want to go out, don't want to talk, don't want to contact anyone…
