My name is Li Qing. I am 22 years old. I have nothing to recommend myself to. People I know say I am kind-hearted.
I remained happy in front of everyone, but it didn't come from my heart. I was pretending to be happy. I am the most real me when I am alone, a little melancholic, a little talkative, a little inferior, a little neurotic...
There are always some elements in my life that will leave and disappear. I have lost a lot, more than I can remember. I am very small and no one will notice me. I don't know what happiness is. I believe in fate. Everything is destined by God and let it take its course, because I am more helpless...