Crossing over Every Year

He changed schools several times as a boy and grew up under the strong control of his family. There have been secret loves hidden in the corner of my eye that I dare not say, there have been hasty loves, I have been misunderstood and let down time and time again, and I have been internally consumed in loneliness. What outsiders see is my cynical, casual and relaxed shell, but they cannot see the young boy who was cautious and used to wronging himself. There is no counterattack against the odds, no bloody adventure, this is just a story about an ordinary person coming to terms with the past and learning to take care of his own life. As time goes by, no one crosses me, so I can only cross by myself.