Don't Look...

Sorry to borrow your words, but I still want to say, "Thank you for staying strong."

Although the specific events I experienced were different, many of my deepest feelings were so similar that I felt the same way. Thank you for writing it. The most memorable moment is lying numbly on the bed and watching the sky outside the window change from light to dark or from dark to light. This is such a painful and numb moment in life with heavy thoughts.

Thank you, it means a lot to me to read this article, and I feel so lucky to have read your confession.

Someone who claims to be a friend in the comment section, you are so childish, self-righteous and infuriating. Just because you have good intentions doesn't mean you won't be annoying. I hate these ideas of yours. You can reserve your opinion, what you do is what most people think is the right thing to do, but I still have to say, it's annoying. This kind of light bubble will burst as soon as you poke it. There is no point in living by relying on nothingness to deceive yourself. It will only make the backlash more thorough. I hate you. Not all pessimists are capable of being confident and short-sighted.

I unexpectedly read it. I spent two days studying in the evening after class and hid under the quilt to read the entire book. It was a very touching article, about the confusion of life and death, and the melancholy of interpersonal relationships... Forgive me for being a high school student with writing skills. It usually takes me a long time to think about the composition before I can write it. I can't express my feelings in accurate sentences (there is a true meaning in it, but I have forgotten to say it?) I went back to read it after reading it at the end. The once confused label of "rebirth" suddenly gave me a feeling of enlightenment. Zhang Lanxing in the book was liberated. Outside the book, the author, outside the book, we have a real "rebirth". So much confusion, so much pain, so much anxiety, so much hope, condensed on the tip of the pen, turned into only one sentence, I wish you happiness, and I wish we can all be happy. The preface does not match the postscript. . Emmm I actually wrote it randomly while biting a sandwich₍ᐢ๑ ̯๑ᐢ₎. I really can't write down my real thoughts, but please believe that the inspiration and influence I feel are definitely much more than what I can express (╥╥) Finally, I wish the author all the best! ¯꒳¯

After reading it, I was a little bit broken. Ouch, the author wrote so well. Oh my god!!!

I don't know what to say, so I'll just leave a comment to show that I've seen it.

I don't know what to say, so I'll just leave a comment to show that I've seen it.

I didn't want to say it at first, but after thinking about it I decided to say it. I feel the same way about your experience, and yes, you are not the only monster. I'm a monster too. When I was eight or nine years old, I realized that I was different from other children. I scream and cry for no apparent reason, and I like sharp things. Like you, or she in the article, I like to collect knives. I like to buy folding knives and put them on my body (I always feel like someone is trying to kill me). When I have mood swings, I will self-mutilate, but I use scissors, which will not leave scars easily and will not be easily discovered. Most importantly, I don't want to clean up my dirty and disgusting blood. After my mother found the knife, she pointed it at me and screamed, asking me if I wanted to kill anyone. Do I want to kill someone? I think so. I want to kill everyone, including myself. I'm just a monster lunatic. When I was about ten years old, a voice would always appear in my will and talk to me. I didn't pay attention at first, but gradually I got to know her (let's call her "her"), and I named her Dai. Replacement generation. Dai has been with me all the time, and even now when I write this comment, she is still in my body watching me quietly. She has been with me for six or seven years. I like generation. I don't want to have contact with anyone, and the thought of getting married and having children makes me sick. I think I'm crazy. I told my dad to take me to see a psychiatrist. My dad scolded me as a loser who had nothing to do and was full of food. Forget it, maybe one day they will see my cold body in my room, and then they may believe what I say. But I don't want to die, because if I die, generation will disappear. I am dirty, but generation is not. Just think that I live for her. I don't know what I'm talking nonsense now, but I just want to say that there are many monsters in the world, both you and me, but who is qualified to say that monsters do not deserve to stay in this world? I'm a monster. The same to you.

Great author, come on! You are great