I don't know what the value of a person like me is. Although I feel sorry for myself, I can't change my incompetent self.
In this world, having a person like you who tolerates me and forgives me for such mistakes is probably the greatest gift to me.
Even later, I began to be afraid of your kindness.
Maybe if you didn't post that kind of Weibo, I would still be indifferent and degenerate and give up on myself.
But facing you, I just cry cowardly. Like that, useless me.
But in this life, there is you.