The wall was secretly covered with photos of me. I started looking at the first one. It was when I was just full moon, holding a rattle. Under the photo was written: Full moon, allergic to sunflowers. I looked at the back, and here is the record

Everything that happened to me from the full moon to now is recorded. Even the day when I got my period is recorded. Everyone I have hated is also recorded. It turns out that I have been monitored since the full moon. I guess it is me.

People close to me, otherwise how would they know what happened to me? But what is their purpose? I have nothing, what benefits do they want to get from me?

However, what I remember here is so comprehensive and true. I saw that my parents no longer loved each other since I was born, and they both had affairs. Sometimes when they were in a bad mood, they would take it out on me and ignore me.

Sometimes when I feel that I have failed to fulfill my responsibilities as a parent, I will meet any of my material requirements. I rarely call them mom and dad. My grandparents don’t like me because I am a girl. It can be said that I have been

I am a lonely person. When I was young, I felt an imbalance when I saw other people’s children living in joy and laughter. I hated my parents, which also made it difficult for me to get along with other children of the same age.

We got along very well, but after a long time, I began to miss living alone, and I began to hate them. They also began to alienate me. Therefore, my classmates thought that I had mental problems and was a weirdo. The sadness in this was only

I know very well that I also hate those classmates who criticize me, but I can only suppress my hatred in my heart. As a weak woman, what else can I do besides endure their slander?

I saw that the university is divided into two branches. One records my life in another world, which is exactly the same as what I experienced. The other records my life in school. It turns out that the other I have never been to.

House, I am plagued by the plague like most people here, and I am also afraid, but I am the only person in the school who has not contracted the plague and turned into a ghost. This me and the other me alternate in time, when I

I thought that when I was sleeping in another world, I was actually living in school. When I was in school, I was actually experiencing what happened in my memory. And next to it was written: schizophrenia patient! It turns out that I really have a mental illness, no wonder

I only remember what happened in one world, but before I went to college, I never did. It's so scary. I still remember this other me that I don't know at all. I never realized, oh my God!

I looked at this place in a trance, thinking about my other self, and the suffering I had experienced over the years. I felt really sad for the suffering I had suffered. I started crying, crying very hard. This was probably the most crying I have ever cried in my life.

It was an amazing time. As before, no one comforted me. I finally comforted myself to stop crying. I searched here again to see if there were any clues. I found a small silver box under the bed.

There was still a lock on it. I pulled the zipper and it was quite strong. After thinking about it, I might as well take it out and look at it again. I stuffed it in my pocket and went out. There was no one here, but I was in trouble again.

Do you remember the way you came?

I walked in the dark again, walking blindly, and I don’t know how long I walked. I felt that I was in the corridor again, because I touched the rows of skeletons. I walked out of the darkroom and came to the room. My flashlight was caught by them.

After taking it away, I quietly walked out of the room. Every few steps I took, I had to look around vigilantly to make sure they were not around me. I held my breath and escaped from the mental hospital. But as soon as I went out, I saw something happened.
Chapter completed!