This is not a novel. It's a secret I have nowhere to tell.
Without years and years, there are only fragments of thoughts that will never be discovered.
If you are lucky enough to come in, you are welcome to read my story. It has no writing and no drama, it is just a tree hole where I secretly hide my secrets.
I'm not a good person and this is not a good story.
But don't criticize me. I've already scolded myself hundreds of times. I'm just looking for a place to confide my secrets that have nowhere to vent.
Intention: love