Before I was twenty, I always thought that my life would get better and better. I would experience setbacks, feel loss and anger, and then have epiphanies and grow. The cycle repeats itself, and by the time I reach the age of eighty, I have naturally become a man of both virtue and skill. I must come up with an autobiography, and the title page of this book will say, "This book is dedicated to my dear so and so."
I even thought about it. At the moment of passing away, I would slowly say to my descendants and people who came to visit me, "This... Is... The... Truth... Of life... Ah...". In this way, I spent my peaceful and grand life.
It can be seen that I put the focus of my life on my later years.
However, I forgot one thing.
I may not be able to make it to that time.
Because, on the last day of my twenties, I saw my future.
I saw myself waking up in a mental hospital, and in the bed next to me, was my mother.
Thank you for your attention, I'm glad you want to hear my story.
Hugs to everyone who comes here. Thanks.