I was about fourteen or fifteen years old at that time. It was the ugliest time in my life and the most fragile and sensitive time in my nerves.
That autumn, I lost a lot of hair, and I looked like a lunatic. I was as bloated as a lady after giving birth. I didn't know what weird and stupid things I was thinking about all day long, and I had deep obsessions. My whole person was depressed and almost morbid.
At that age, I thought I was witty and humorous, but I didn't know that I was regarded as a fool by others. I think I'm smart, but I'm always being fooled by others, and I get hurt too much.
It's just that there is no regret medicine in this world, and I can't regret the choices I made.