Similar to escaping reality, living in an illusion constructed by oneself, accepting help from anyone, but not letting anyone live in the heart, and being paranoid and independent from the world. I don't know how to take the initiative to communicate and get along with the world. I just go my own way. Once I get tired, the first thing I think of is to leave and escape in an awkward posture. Perhaps it was because of the same water and soil, and seemingly the same temperament, that I felt in a trance that this story was both real and illusory. It was so close, and it made me feel that I was not the only child under this sky who lived in such a sad state, desperately trying to pretend to be a normal person and bury his psychological defects.
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