When you are 20 years old, you are diagnosed with bipolar type II, and your life is like crying on the ruins. Your only obsession is to go back to the past, where there is no tenderness or beauty worth lingering on, only a self who is still willing to embrace and believe in the world again and again.
When you were 10 years old, you were isolated and bullied at school. When you came home, you only had the door of your mother's room closed due to her failed marriage. While you longed to grow up quickly and escape from here, you believed in the thread of hope offered by fate again and again. With a slight tug, it fell off.
So when you wake up from sleep and find yourself curled up on the narrow bed from 10 years ago, you believe again that fate has finally decided to redeem you.
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Life hurts so much that it takes some fantasy to swallow. . Stay alive.
Purpose: Self-love