I have always thought about how I should write about myself and what I see, hear, feel, and think, but I have never thought about going out.
In the past, and perhaps in the future, it was always my will.
I stumbled through a broken life, but I never gave up looking for my salvation.
So, here I come. So, save me, give me up; let me live, let me die. Makes me crazy.
This is a collection about me. I have thought about it for many years. I have always thought about it in my heart and started working on it, but it never seems to have an ending. As I get older, I feel afraid, because, "Who knows which one will come first, tomorrow or the accident." Writing intermittently makes me feel angry, maybe because I am powerless; because I am degenerate, but I am not willing to degenerate; because I am radical, but I have lost the motivation to live.
Adler said that lucky people are healed by childhood throughout their lives, and unfortunate people are healed by childhood throughout their lives. Where should I start in my life? At this moment, I am suddenly confused. I have always been such a failure at the beginning... I probably thought that it all started when I saw the sunset setting on the mountain that afternoon, and I couldn't help but cry with grief.
Intention: Be positive, love life, express yourself