I knew I was a monster, so I never looked forward to human interaction.
When I was young, my mother told me: I don't want you to be like me. I asked: What kind? Mom replied: It's different from others. I didn't know how to answer. I was surprised and sad. For the first time, I knew that I was not alone in the world, and the other lonely person who made me realize this turned out to be my mother.
Later, I began to hope that I could meet a monster like me. Would that monster also look forward to meeting again like me?
Before I met that monster, February and I met again. After knowing each other for more than ten years, I really saw him in the crowd for the first time. He always kept an expressionless face and always looked at me lightly, like a scarecrow.
Intention: Try to love life and love you.