My memory of my seventeenth birthday ends successfully with the "crack" sound of the worldview shattering.
And the chief culprit of all this put on a showman's face that combined serious words, heartache, helplessness and lack of sympathy. He blew out the last candle on the cake in front of me and said:
"Actually, the world you live in is a Mary Sue youth idol drama, and you are the passerby in the drama."
"And I am an innocent viewer who can watch TV series at home with my mother and travel back in time."
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