What is the meaning of life?
There was no such concept when I was a child, so, probably, killing me wouldn't be considered a crime at that time.
In junior high school, as a girl who was both morally, intellectually and physically advanced, she probably felt that happiness was the meaning of life. She had two best friends, a teacher who loved her, a mother, and...
It was only in high school that I truly realized the pain. My family, school, and even my classmates... Lost everything I was proud of, the hypocrisy, the filth, the unbearable darkness, the meaning of life? Novel? What did it bring me? I am just lingering, just to escape the unbearable reality. The confusion is like a fog covering the front, which can break me to pieces at any time. Why on earth am I alive?