Haha, why am I, a loser, living? Think about my life: I was whipped by my mother before I was 6 years old, until she abandoned her husband and daughter. My father was deeply hit, and he accepted the introduction from relatives and started a family with a divorced woman. I was exiled to my grandma's house and endured the abuse of my mother by my relatives.
The little self didn't understand where her mother was and what they were talking about. But those words were engraved in my mind and never left...
As I grew older, I understood those words. Looking at the pity and sympathy eyes around me, and listening to the angry voices of my relatives, my heart slowly locked up and sank to the bottom of the sea...
Nowadays, I am cold, giggling, cute and crazy! My two-sided personality is constantly changing. I don't know when, "death" appeared in my mind...
I waited for dawn again and again. Finally, that day, I picked up a small utility knife and silently cut my wrist. I felt no pain, so I repeated the action stupidly. The beautiful red color flowed silently, and gradually, I fell weakly to the ground. I closed my eyes and saw an anxious figure running towards me, shouting, and then sank into the darkness...