I always thought that I had nothing. When I longed for friendship and love, I envied the beauty in others' eyes. I was always beautiful alone in a secret corner. In my own gray world, I always harbored ridiculous and unbearable dreams that were out of reach. If no one in the world can understand and no one is optimistic about it, is it true that I have nothing? How strong should I grow up? In a place where no one pays attention, is there no hope for the future I yearn for?
Intention: Desire to be loved is what everyone wants, avoiding being cheated is also what everyone wants, and wanting to become a better person is also what everyone wants. But life is always unsatisfactory.