It's been a whole year before I want to write something to reflect on.
It starts with the feelings of a little daughter, aloof, contradictory and free and easy, and ends with determination, sadness and indifference.
He would cast a look of disdain and curse, "Why are you so stupid?" When I wanted him to say I was stupid, he said nothing.
I know that time can heal everything, but how long will it take? I want a catalyst to make me forget, completely, and everything will be calm and calm. I think at that time, I was really selfish.