Writing late at night, I looked at the time and realized that it was actually my birthday, and I had been in this world for twenty-two years!

Probably few people remember my birthday, and few people will bless me, I'm used to it, when I was a child, the family conditions were not very good, so I never had a birthday, I fell in love once before, and it happened to be shortly before my birthday, so no one will accompany me for my birthday, so naturally I didn't make a wish.

But today I remembered, so I sat upright and made my first wish to the sky outside the window: May my mother be healthy and not worry about me.

In fact, I selfishly want to make a wish, wishing that I can find my other half as soon as possible and be together forever. But when I thought of my mother, I changed my wish.

I was lucky, but also unlucky, according to my mother, before I was born, someone tried to murder me, it was a grudge from the family of the third uncle, in a dispute, my mother was hit in the stomach, and I stayed in that belly, fortunately, my mother is not so delicate, otherwise I may not be in the world.

But my birth is not good, I have an older brother and a sister above, my brother is the eldest son, very popular with my grandmother, although my sister is not popular, was sent to my grandmother's house for temporary fostering, but my grandfather likes her very much, and I am like a weed, so I was born, my mother has not eaten anything good in the month, and there is nothing good to eat at home for a while, and there are no simple eggs.

I was born like this, and I grew up, my mother is my biggest support, although my father said that he likes me, but there is no practical action, although my mother is my biggest support, but she is the mother of three children, I am only the youngest son, and not the only son, so they are more attentive to their brother.

So gradually, I became very relieved to let them eat, eat what they wanted, wear what they wore, and hardly took the initiative to ask for anything.

When I was six years old, an incident made me silent, my chicken was poisoned, my mother and the third aunt fought, and I was cowardly and did not go to help, my sister went, and scolded me after I came back, I could not find an excuse, I was weak at that time, although I was only one year younger than my sister, but I was malnourished for a long time, and I was a head shorter than my sister. I cried in the middle of the night, I didn't want to be heard, I blamed myself, I was cowardly, I wasn't a man. And this incident was ridiculed by my sister for a long time, and it was also a scar in the folds of my heart.

Since then, I have been more mentally active, so I have become less talkative, and I have slowly learned not to bother others, even if that person is your parents.

When I was in junior high school, I began to realize that I liked boys, a big secret that no one dared to tell, and I supported it alone.

In high school, I fell in love with my tablemate, but my love was too obvious and hot, and I ended up pushing him far away.

During my three years of high school, I had a lot of intense depression, and at one point I thought about killing myself to end my life, but I persevered to this day.

I couldn't love in high school, and when I got to college, I began to understand this group, and I had met strangers and longed for love, but in the first two years, I hadn't come out of the college entrance examination failure and my sensitive identity, and my depression deepened, and I had a severe cold for a while, and the whole person coughed badly, but I was a person and a fragile heart.

The university family only gives living expenses once a year, and basically doesn't care about anything else. And I lived alone in an unfamiliar environment for four years without making a single friend.

In my junior year, he appeared in my life, and I began to bloom, and I was sure that I loved him, but I wasn't sure if he loved me too, but there were only six months between us, and two months of summer vacation.

At the beginning, he wanted to come to my house or let me go to his house, but I was still very cowardly, cowardly and incompetent, and I didn't have the courage to tell my family about the two of us, and he broke up after the school started.

I thought a lot, but after all, I became less cowardly, and I told my family about my preferences, and said that I would not get married, etc. I sometimes admire myself for having the courage to say those things. But maybe he was really disheartened at the time, and during that time without him, the whole sky was gray, and even the blood lying in his body changed color.

Back to today, my birthday, should I celebrate, but there is no one around, what birthday is alone.

Good night, there are eleven hours left today, and tomorrow I will be a year older.