When we were young, we vowed not to be like our parents, but in the end we ended up becoming them.
A record of a post-1990s born in a small northern village. An ordinary person has not found a goal or dream until now. He just lives a lifeless life, trying to be kind.
I feel a little depressed after not working for a long time, and my mood is particularly easy to get out of control. I am not saying this to gain sympathy, I just want to write something as an outlet for my emotions.
I have read novels for many years and this is my first time writing it. There is no logic. Please forgive me.
Purpose: Record life to vent emotions