My story with another me
[Each chapter can be read as an independent story]
Full of whimsical thoughts, he asked questions without asking for explanations.
He answered irresponsibly and pretended to be serious.
To live is to complain every day, but to die you will know nothing.
Most of the time his heart is as cold as iron, but occasionally he will show some kindness.
One day does not necessarily mean one plan, but one plan must not last two days.
The author's ultimate goal is to write himself into a person with split personality, and he will not give up until he achieves his goal.