The story begins with a cat, and from then on my life trajectory pointed to the endless abyss under the cliff.
When I opened my eyes, I lost my memory and my past was pale.
The world has become very strange, and I always feel like something is wrong with my brain.
The people around me were also very strange. I watched their endless fights. They hated each other and loved each other.
But I just watched indifferently. I had nothing and I didn't want to have anything.
I enjoy the tranquility.
I look at my future, I don't know where my future is, mediocrity day after day.
I can't see my past, I can't see my future, I don't know if I am still a human being.
I was afraid, afraid of losing, afraid of getting hurt, afraid of everything, so I had to fight back.
I must let those who displease me fall off the cliff with me.
The demon within me has been with me since I was born and now I have embraced it.
I want to be it.
Life is like walking among thorns, and all you get are scars.
When he finally walked out of the thorn bush, bruised and bruised, there was no road ahead, only a cliff.
My whole life is just because I chose a dead end.
I pushed myself off a cliff.
Purpose: The impact of the quality of the original family on the psychological thoughts and outlook of young people.
