This article tells the story of a high school boy who dropped out, transferred to another school, and then dropped out and entered society. He doesn't like to talk and is not good at expressing himself. He sees mountains in his eyes but cannot see the withered grass struggling for life under his feet. Those people who were supposed to meet left at the same time, so why did you work so hard to maintain it? Where should I go if I drop out of school at a young age? Will my once vigorous and budding love be wasted in the bumps and bruises of society? Youth is not just sunshine, it is always mixed with storms, which polishes our immature minds little by little and pushes us toward the three words "adult".
Intention: To him, I am not dispensable.