Our generation always seems to be the first batch of guinea pigs. I was used to being a guinea pig, but when I turned thirty in the secular sense, I suddenly realized that I had treated the first half of my life as an experiment.
When I was chatting with you that day, you said that your life is fine now, but you occasionally feel inexplicably irritable. I want to comfort you, but I don't know how
What are the words to express my concern. Now I'm in an awkward position. I can't honestly say that you and I are friends, and I don't dare to express myself openly.
Show that I care about you. When I used to watch idol dramas, I always felt that the wantonness and publicity had nothing to do with me. While longing for it, it also feels unrealistic.
But when I opened my heart and told my friends about my past with you, my friends' eyes were full of admiration. Then suddenly
Jue, you also gave me a lot of flamboyant and wanton time. It's just that I didn't realize it at the time. To the point where I am so confused that at this age, apart from lamenting that my willfulness at a young age has changed the trajectory of my life, and hating myself for not being able to stand up even at 30, there seems to be nothing of value to write down.
I write this now to give an account of my youth, to give myself a new opportunity in the future, and to give a warning to readers who are destined to do so. Time is the fairest existence. This is an eternal truth.
Intention: To give an account of one's youth, to give one's future self a new opportunity, and to give a warning to readers who are destined to do so. Time is the fairest existence. This is an eternal truth.