When I was in junior high school, a good friend cut a wound on his hand, but I didn't understand it. Why did I think something needed to be solved in such an extreme way? Later, when I went to college, everyone went their separate ways, and I left a family where I could act coquettishly and be tolerated infinitely. I began to hate why I had no wounds, or why I was not killed, otherwise I could use the attitude of a victim to force them to tolerate me.
I saw my friend from junior high school again during the last vacation. I asked her if she still remembered why she cut her wrist. She said she had forgotten the reason, but she felt that she had nowhere to vent her anger. I looked into her eyes, and she still felt pain from that time, and I felt that I could understand her mood at that time, just like me now.
My friends asked me what happened in college, but I felt like I couldn't tell. Those little things made me feel that I was being hypocritical. I tried to talk to many people, but I also received a lot of incomprehension but respect from many people. And then, strangely enough, with her help, I sorted out my fears and sadness for the first time. My friend, who seems to me to have always been kind and innocent, told me: People must learn to be selfish. I held the ball of paper to wipe my tears and looked at her with red eyes, only to realize that this friend of mine was already more mature than me. I finally experienced the growing pains that were three years late. Although it was painful, it gave me a feeling that I was growing. I think I am strong and I will get better and better in the future.
Alan, there is love in the world, and you deserve to be loved too.
Be yourself, no matter what
This story is too ordinary, which makes me feel incredible. Maybe the author's writing skills are not strong enough. I neither saw the mother's major fault nor the daughter's sensitive points. Is it just because the mother doesn't love her daughter enough? But it is true that some people are born with high sensitivity. I can understand my daughter's thinking this way, but if she is a very insensitive person, she will definitely feel happy, because emotions can only be rich when there is sufficient material. Come on, author.
When I was in junior high school, a good friend cut a wound on his hand, but I didn't understand it. Why did I think something needed to be solved in such an extreme way? Later, when I went to college, everyone went their separate ways, and I left a family where I could act coquettishly and be tolerated infinitely. I began to hate why I had no wounds, or why I was not killed, otherwise I could use the attitude of a victim to force them to tolerate me. I saw my friend from junior high school again during the last vacation. I asked her if she still remembered why she cut her wrist. She said she had forgotten the reason, but she felt that she had nowhere to vent her anger. I looked into her eyes, and she still felt pain from that time, and I felt that I could understand her mood at that time, just like me now. My friends asked me what happened in college, but I felt like I couldn't tell. Those little things made me feel that I was being hypocritical. I tried to talk to many people, but I also received a lot of incomprehension but respect from many people. And then, strangely enough, with her help, I sorted out my fears and sadness for the first time. My friend, who seems to me to have always been kind and innocent, told me: People must learn to be selfish. I held the ball of paper to wipe my tears and looked at her with red eyes, only to realize that this friend of mine was already more mature than me. I finally experienced the growing pains that were three years late. Although it was painful, it gave me a feeling that I was growing. I think I am strong and I will get better and better in the future.
Alan, there is love in the world, and you deserve to be loved too.
Be yourself, no matter what
This story is too ordinary, which makes me feel incredible. Maybe the author's writing skills are not strong enough. I neither saw the mother's major fault nor the daughter's sensitive points. Is it just because the mother doesn't love her daughter enough? But it is true that some people are born with high sensitivity. I can understand my daughter's thinking this way, but if she is a very insensitive person, she will definitely feel happy, because emotions can only be rich when there is sufficient material. Come on, author.