I don't want to talk much for a while,
I went to great lengths to feel more like an autistic person.
But I can't do it, there is a wound in my heart,
Whenever I feel depressed, blood starts to flow from the wound.
The pain made me so miserable that I couldn't help but talk to others.
Then feel even more guilty for affecting others.
The feeling of guilt was with me, and the God of Death was smiling, and for a moment he seemed a little gentle.
I leaned against the wall, reached out and grabbed her sleeve,
However, she turned around, curved her mouth, and directly sentenced me to death: "You seem to be moaning for no reason."
At that moment I felt like I was falling from the abyss into hell.
Intention: My light will not appear in my diary