I never thought I could write. Maybe the stories that happened to me at 18 are quite colorful. There is too much hidden in my mind, so I will create a channel and write it to people who want to read it,,,,,
From one country to another, the masked me and the masked him always seem to be wearing masks, telling different lies, good intentions and malicious intentions, to different people. I can't tell the difference myself. Maybe just for vanity/// But I feel that I am not that kind of person. When I was 18 years old, I felt tired. When I was 18 years old, I felt bitter and happy. There are too many unexpected things'