More Than Two Months Ago

It has been more than two months, can you hear my inner voice... I don't know whether to call this work a prose or an essay. Due to my limited education, this article is messy and is temporarily classified as an essay. In the past two months, I have been thinking about it for a long time. Every night I talk to myself in front of the white wall and narrate the past events between you and me. Instead of doing this every day, it is better to write it down as a souvenir. Do you want to know my voice, the kind of truth...