Do you still remember that in your youth, there was a group of people who cried with you, laughed with you, and walked with you through the most sensitive years of your life? They may have comforted you when you were sad, encouraged you when you were down, or given you hurt and bad memories that you will never forget in your life.
Many years later, I look back and think about how it is possible for people to live in this world without making mistakes. We were all once aloof and arrogant teenagers, and we all used to do what we thought was right.
No one in this world is born a bad person. There are no perfect good people.
We all make mistakes, we all cry, we all love, we all hate.
This is the world I write about, and it is also a real world.
I have a long story, do you want to hear it?