Disgust is a form of self-protection. But what about self-loathing?
It's hopeless, isn't it?
In our sea, “I” is a timid person who hates himself and thinks he's worthless, so whenever anything happens, he never fights back. Then the first Cross dies in front of him, and a second Cross appears. Bit by bit, a corner of “my” world begins to crumble.
That man tells “me,” “Your self-loathing wasn't something you were born with. It was made.”
And so much more about “me” was deliberately created.
The man smiles at “me” and asks, “Do you remember now?”
The witch curses Sleeping Beauty, and the instant the spindle pierces her finger, she falls into a deep slumber.
“I” close my eyes. Cold. Quiet.
Satan's kingdom has arrived.
The angels have been dragged down.
Where can I see the author Da Da, Xiao Zhu Xiao Shu? I really like your writing style, maybe you have given up writing now. Why