When people reach middle age, they can't help but think too much. They can't sleep at night and can't talk about it, so they especially want to write down what happened when they were young. Firstly, it seems that they can catch the tail of time. Secondly, it is a common problem among adults that they want to warn the next generation. I hesitated for a long time whether to use the first person, but finally I was relieved. This is my story, so let's use the first person. So many things are actually seen and felt from my perspective, which is inevitably biased, but it doesn't matter, everything has passed.
I updated it at will, wrote it at will, and read it casually. The story was a little out of touch, and it was bloody, very doggy, very bloody. There was no obvious main line, and it became even more messy in the later stages. Let's navigate it. The more important ones should include the first love, the second love, an uncle in the middle, a scumbag later, and the last boyfriend. The middle ones are more trivial. There is no description of the part below the neck. If there is any similarity, will there be any similarity? Well, if so, hahaha. There are no special details in the journal article, because many of them have been forgotten. If there is a chance, I may process it in the future, enrich the plot, and really turn it into a novel.
Intention: Cherish yourself