I am an ordinary person. Ordinary family, ordinary appearance... Everything is ordinary. I thought that my life would only be so ordinary, but I didn't expect that my ordinary life would become more than ordinary when I was two or three years old, and I would also have low self-esteem.
Are girls really that bad? Why are you so malicious towards me? Why?
Sometimes I think that if I hadn't been reluctant to let go, maybe there wouldn't be me in this world!
If there is an afterlife, may there be no afterlife!
Intention: I hope you can view my ordinary life as a word game and a real fairy tale!
