I often wonder why God allowed two people to meet briefly at the wrong time and taste such bitter love, so bitter that even though they said they loved me, my tears still flowed uncontrollably. I really want to use my twenty-year-old mind to understand that inappropriate sentence, but I am only eighteen years old. I hate being only eighteen years old. I suddenly want to grow up quickly, and I desperately want to become mature and calm. After realizing that it is impossible, I start to get myself drunk and start smoking a lot of cigarettes. I simply don't think about it anymore. I am so drunk that I fall asleep unconsciously, but when I wake up, I am still lost in my thoughts.
Intention: I will keep writing until I completely forget about him