"Don't tell stories about the past; no one is the same person they used to be."
When I can't sleep at night, I always read my favorite copywriting, always doubting over and over again.
I can't remember; this year is coming to an end, and the only change seems to be growing up.
The unsaid words, messy feelings, and midnight worries are all hidden in my heart.
I haven't forgotten anyone; it's just that when I was at my hardest, no one remembered me.
Later, I became addicted to staying up late and got used to it; no one cared that I wasn't so strong.
I've just gotten used to handling everything on my own.