Before 18 years, I was full of energy and happy, but why do I feel like I didn't have many friends when I recalled my past? Is it because of my personality growing up as an only child? There are always so many happy memories but not so beautiful when I recall them. My brain can no longer receive signals. This is what I have when I am twenty years old. Trivial matters, every impressive thing seems to be engraved on my body, some are happy, some are painful, some are strange. Self-analysis on why I have grown into the character I am today, how my mentality became distorted and awkward after moving to a big city, whether I can honestly be myself or become the person I hate the most.
Intention: Past events of the post-90s generation