I remember that time when my best friend slit her wrists, I desperately wanted to find her. My best friend was actually very worried about me. She said: You are trying to save a severely mentally ill person from another severely mentally ill person. In fact, I am very afraid that you two will end your lives together.
But I will never forget my feelings when I ran towards my good friend. I wanted to save her. Maybe at that moment, I was her savior.
I have heard of countless normal people trying to save the Broken but not getting a good ending, and I have also seen the Broken save each other but it is still unsatisfactory; worldly affairs and feelings cannot be summarized by common sense.
This is not a story, but my autobiography. I have not finished writing this story because my life is not over yet, just like I don't know whether this relationship can save me. I am in it, and all the experiences and waiting are preparing for the ending. I am willing to bear it whether it is good or bad.
Dear spectators, just treat it as watching other people's lives and just enjoy the fun.
Purpose: There are many suffering people in the world. I hope everyone can find the meaning of life.