Wear It Until You Are a Child and Kill Yourself

After school, I was pushed against a cold wall by a woman, with a cold and piercing knife across my neck. She kept chanting: As long as you die, no one will remember me... I looked at this crazy woman in front of me, and my heart stirred up. She looked so much like me. From her mouth, I learned that she was me when I grew up. Me: Why? You know, if you kill me, you won't survive at all... She sneered and her expression became distorted: I hate you for being so cowardly right now! Why! Why can't you be stronger! Every time I think of this period, I feel resentful, disgusted, and wish to die immediately! And now I know that as long as you die, they will no longer exist in our memories... This is the only solution to our suffering… Me: What do you hate? Her: You don't understand... What do you understand... Me: Got it, you hate yourself for being incompetent. But killing me won't solve the problem. It's you and me who die, but they are still alive and well. So why don't you work with me to solve the problem? I pressed down on her knife and looked directly at her: So, can you help me get rid of this pain? Reading guide: 1. First person. 2. The tone may be a bit sad and knife-like. 3. There is no need to inform if the article is abandoned. 2022/10/12. Changed on 2023/3/10. Intention: Continuous self-improvement and self-salvation