What did you say? Am I evil? Am I an angry young man? Am I in the second grade? That's right, it's me... I have nothing I can't admit. In fact, I just like to complain. I just have a little bit of boredom. Maybe I just want to share my story with strangers. I don't want people who know me to see my story anymore. They always seem to be full of malice towards me. They don't seem to appreciate what I write. My literary talent is not outstanding and my stories are not exciting. I am sorry for you, but please save the last bit of dignity for me. I don't want to be described as useless and completely damaged by you.
Even if there is only one person who appreciates me, it seems that I will be in a particularly good mood. Well, it's my fault that I let you see such a poor work and let you see a useless me. This article is only for those who like to read it. If you don't want to read it, don't hit me anymore.