The reason why I decided to start writing this is: There was a cute girl who was always dissatisfied with the status quo and wanted to die. One night, she was standing on the rooftop of her house in a white dress. Fortunately, I told her a lot to avoid losing a fresh life.
Later, I thought about it, and I don't know how many times I have used my own story to inspire girls who commit suicide. It seems that there are always people around me who I clearly envy but always want to commit suicide. I really don't understand.
I know that this article will have no connotation, no culture, and even an insincere attitude. It is just a piece of writing that comes to mind, but I still hope that someone will read my true story and not easily choose to end it in the most negative way. Otherwise, just treat it as an essay that I am talking to myself.
While I still remember it, write down everything I want to say. It will be a real pity when I want to recall but forget it.
I don't know if my story is sad or not, but now I can tell it with a smile.
Finally, I am most gratified to be able to help you who are reading this at this time.