For more than ten years, I have always had a question about myself. Maybe it is because I see the world from a different perspective. Others have always thought that there is something wrong with my brain. I think that is a prejudice against me. Apples only eat apple skins. The side with the butt pocket on your pants is the front. I eat noodles with a spoon. I like boys. Is there any problem? There's nothing wrong with it.
When I decided to make peace with the world and try to change myself, I realized one thing after being corrected tens of thousands of times by my dear brother.
It turns out that I am a fool...
OOC definitely exists, rubbish writing style, the main direction of the fourth part is daily life, sand sculptures must have sand sculptures' subtitles
Concept: The daily life of a sand sculpture
