I don't know how I should talk about it, it seems to be painfully downloaded from my memory, how much I don't want to recall, because I don't want to recall these things. But this time I decided to write it out just to make myself happy inside.
I wonder how much I have grown up now? Have countless strong hearts? In fact, my heart is filled with countless frailties and shadows, which I feel are all painful. Maybe life will never be complete and there will never be much happiness! I have habitual feelings that fill my heart with countless shakes. I don't like watching TV series. Maybe during my childhood education, there was no happiness in my heart. Only my mother's tears and my father's melancholy accompanied me when I grew up. My mother told me about the period from when I was pregnant in ten months to when I can remember it. From then on, I felt that I had never had any sense of security. I would always let the scenes, people or things around me destroy me when I was about to stand up.