These days have been the most chaotic and sad for me. Everything is a mess. In fact, the reasons are all caused by myself. I feel more and more like garbage, and I can only lie in the trash can to rot and stink. . . . . In this stinking process, what we do is to recall some of the good things in the past, look at previous chat records, things we have written, and various messages to find some comfort.
I was watching the school yesterday and saw the message Chen Ying left me a long time ago. I thought that I still have an outlet to vent, and that is words, and that is stories. Escape from reality and realize the yearning for a better life in your own fictional stories has become the only way. Hopefully it's a panacea.
You may see your own shadow in this story, a feeling of déjà vu. I hope that everyone who reads this story can find their own memory passage, go back to the past, and ask themselves what if, where would you be now? With whom? Will you be happy?