I am 25 years old this year and want to live to be a hundred years old, so I look back on my insignificant life from a quarter of this year
Before I started writing, I had no intention of writing this kind of memoir. At first, I just wanted to record some of the things that happened so that I would not be reminded of the memory without any supporting evidence in the future.
Like many people, I share or complain about some happy, sad, or impressive things in my daily life with my friends. But later I gradually discovered that even very good friends cannot truly empathize with each other, so I came up with the idea of recording it in words.
In fact, I am very good at healing myself. In some moments when I cannot reconcile with life, I often talk to myself in the middle of the night when I am tossing and turning. I also write letters to myself, trying to make myself more comfortable and live a happier life as much as possible. However, at some point I couldn't convince myself that I knew I still needed the resonance of others, so this essay came quietly. Of course, my three-minute heat...
Purpose: Memoirs of Life