My Crazy Life

My name is Li Haoshun, I am 25 years old this year. I want to write an autobiography for myself, and I have told everyone I know and don't know the news, but they all say I am stupid. I want to write an autobiography about Mao in my 25-year-old life. I accepted their idea and gave them a smile graciously. In fact, I mentally scolded them for being idiots. So what if I am 25 years old? I just want to write an autobiography. Only after writing it can my life be perfect. After writing it, can I commit suicide with peace of mind. Yes, suicide. Don't think that I committed suicide because I was ugly and unloved. On the contrary, I felt that I was too perfect. If I didn't commit suicide, I would be sorry for my wonderful life. This is a fictional story, please do not take it seriously!