I have never had any sympathy for the characters I wrote, until I came to this world, I found that I had projected all the injustices I suffered onto the character I hated the most. His miserable childhood, pitiful experiences, being unable to love, being abandoned and abandoned, having a mutilated body, a damaged appearance, and even a short life. But fate, that is, I never let him go, so of course he turned dark.
Since you want to get rid of the mud-like life, then drag your favorite one with you and bid farewell to this disgusting world. But why let go?
Let's go back to the beginning of the plot, when nothing happened.
It turns out that the only person who loves me most in this world is myself. No one loves you. I love you because you are me and I am you.
The article is not in the first person, only the copywriting is
Mission: Everyone can meet the right person