I once thought that my life would be like a stagnant life, interning, becoming a full-time employee, or interning, being fired, and then interning again. It's not like I haven't fantasized about being successful, making a lot of money at a young age, buying a penthouse in New York or LA, partying every night, and getting drunk. But 100% of people in the world will imagine that only 1% of people can succeed or are born successful. So I cut off my thoughts early and stuffed all those unrealistic things into my dreams, money, and real games.
But I didn't expect that I would meet him, Jesse Eisenberg, at the age of twenty-two. I was not as open-minded and brave as I dreamed, but he was still a little panicked. The two of them stood face to face, scratching their heads under the July sun in the northern hemisphere.
That day, he finally remembered to ask me my name, and I told him my name was Jane. Although he might still call me Miss. Will, people are always lucky. I secretly prayed to God, hoping to hear him call me Jane in his lovely voice.
The dream seemed to have come true, but it seemed different. Jesse smiled and told me that his fat cat's name was also Jane.
Intention: random