I closed my eyes gently and recalled the memories that had broken my heart. I was once so naive and so hungry for love and attention. But the reality is cruel, pushing me ruthlessly into the abyss, making me feel helpless and desperate.
I picked up the diary at dusk and began to look at the pain and despair in my heart. Every word is carved deeply into the paper like a knife, recording the soul of a forgotten child like me.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew through, and my body trembled. I felt an indescribable coldness and loneliness. I knew I couldn't bear the pain and pressure anymore.
When I was 17 years old, I jumped from a tall building and left this diary at dusk...
(Abuse, first person.)
Purpose: Weakness is not capital