Grades come out
It's still better than a diagnosis
I have reflected a lot in these two days and finally closed my mouth that wanted to say something
Can control myself not to care about the comments and feelings of the so-called friends
Just have a feeling of being abandoned by the world
Maybe I abandoned them?
I'm really not good at dealing with people.
But I really like myself now
No matter how far away
The harder the closer
I have suffered too many setbacks
Maybe a foreshadowing
Only before the tribulation can we "have once been in trouble"
The rot grass is dull, turning into fireflies and shining in summer months.
I believe I have this
Turn decay into magical superpowers