People with different personalities will be isolated. If I cry a lot, I will be a mother. They will humiliate me and bully me;
If I don't get perfect marks, I will be punished. Being of the same sex is disgusting. My parents reject me and despise me;
I became addicted to self-inflicted injuries and the pain was excruciating. I had been suffering from an illness for three years and had been treated to no avail. I had been in a rehabilitation center and a mental hospital. I thought I was doing well. I still had a brother who loved me, even if he was fake.
When I was 17 years old, I finally found a doctor who could cure me. My life seemed to shine through the sun. I regarded him as my salvation. After spending three years together, I admitted that I fell in love with him. I didn't want to be just his patient. I lived just to meet him...
Purpose: Semi-autobiographical
