After writing this article, I suddenly realized that it should earn my own tears, not other people's money.
This is a very strange and bizarre idea.
Writing this article is an accident.
When I saw the dream of being sixteen forever, my heart was slightly touched.
Because I hate my sixteen years old.
That was my darkest and most collapsed sixteen years old. Turning sixteen shattered all my innocent assumptions and was like hitting rock bottom. Various reasons are like dark clouds gradually extinguishing the last ray of light in my heart. Schizophrenic depression ate away at me, sapping my energy.
But after all, it was a year of growth and transition for me, and I have no reason to hate it. Even I chose to forget.
I just trample on me to find the light.
I heard the dawn.
When I was sixteen, I almost had amnesia. I should have avoided talking about it, but this article was an accident.
I don't know who will read my words. This is a kind of self-deprecation, because I don't think anyone will be willing to do useless work.
I have been disappointed to the point of collapse, but never despaired.
I think no matter what the result is, just work hard. This is the truth, and it is the light that breaks through the darkness for me.
Intention: No matter what the result is, just work hard.