My story is not perfect.
My life is bound by dual polarity.
I closed my eyes and tried to escape reality by pretending to sleep.
But he couldn't help but recall all his scandals.
The me in my memories,
I locked myself in the toilet and tortured myself over and over again. The teacher called me over. I pretended to be relaxed and hid my bleeding arm.
No one noticed, but my sleeves were soaked in blood.
I admit, I am very pessimistic and a little sad, but I am also carefree and happy.
I am a contradiction.
This article is the author's personal experience without any adulteration.
Intention: Have nothing to do, write about yourself,