After I finished all the work that was delayed by procrastination, I finally started to try to end it all. On the last night of my old residence, I dreamed that I was a completely different person, with a completely different identity, and the self that had accomplished nothing.
In the dream, I wantonly vented the pain accumulated from the past to the present. After waking up from the turbulent emotional fluctuations, I was sleeping soundly on the pillow in the dream.
I think it's not that I'm from the future, but that she's from the past. She has her own motivations for everything I did in my dreams in the past, present and future. The worst thing is that she looks nothing like me.
Reading guide:
first person
The writing is terrible
I like line drawing but my ability is limited
Famous characters only include women
HE
Intention: It's sunny