Sometimes I feel a little crazy and a little crazy, so I can find some happiness in the suffocating life. I have lived a well-behaved life since I was a child, and I don't even have the extravagant hope of living the life my parents want. They don't like me. This caused me to go crazy during my rebellious period, releasing all the suppressed emotions in my heart. Dropped out of school, fell in love early, got into fights, ran away from home. I no longer wanted to be the good girl next door. I was too tired. I ran away from home at the age of 19 and went to work in other places. The yearning for freedom was like poison, which prevented me from controlling myself to pursue it. I was young and frivolous like a crane, funny and ridiculous. I always said unrealistic words and was brazenly self-righteous. As a result, the thing I regret most in my life is that I met her and dragged her from the world to hell.
The author is definitely a storyteller