My name is Lin Xiaoan, a mentally ill person.
You may have avoided me after hearing this word, but don't worry, I won't be like those people on the Internet who inexplicably stab people with kitchen knives.
I know it's useless to say this, but it doesn't matter, I'm used to these strange looks. You are not him, so naturally you will not treat me as a normal person.
Haha, you said he is no longer here. How is that possible? He is standing next to me. He said he would always be with me.
My name is Qin Shiyu, and I was fairly famous in high school.
I am usually surrounded by friends, and girls will come over to give me water during physical education class.
But this is not the point. There was a very withdrawn person in our class at that time. Yin Xin told me that he was mentally ill and it was best not to have anything to do with him.
How is that possible? I think he is quite normal. "You don't understand this. He suffers from a severe emotional disorder, so he gives people a cold feeling and is not easy to get close to."
He said a lot at that time, but I can't remember some of them clearly.
What I want to say is actually not these. I want to say that I love you and I'm sorry Xiao An.
Motto: Death is not the end
