Accept your fate as soon as possible, and get rid of mental friction as soon as possible!
I've resigned myself to it anyway.
The biggest mistake in my life is to live as I imagined myself, to live in an illusory imagination of myself, and to beautify my image in my mind.
I thought I was a kind person, I thought I was a loving person.
I'm always empathetic to others, I'm always afraid that others will be hurt because of me, I'm always afraid that I'll hurt someone's self-esteem because I'm too sharp and too visible.
I was always afraid that I would be on the path to becoming stronger, and because of my actions, I would involve others in my cause and effect.
So I reined in my edge, pulled out my minions, and trapped myself in a cage to avoid facing my true self.
But actually, I'm not what I think I'm at all, I'm just a layman, more vulgar than anyone else.
I have suffered a lot of injustice and hurt since I was a child, and I have strong self-esteem, so I am full of anger in my heart. Deep down in my heart, there are not some kind and harmless flowers that grow. Deep inside me, there is a beast of prey.
This beast of prey, selfish, ruthless, cold, egoistic, lonely, and aggressive, wrestles with the cage that traps it every day, hitting the cage with its claws and head every day, smashing its body all over its body, drenched in blood, and living in painful self-torture every day.
I was cowardly, cowardly, I didn't dare to look at it, I didn't dare to face it. I ran desperately, desperately trying to kill it. Live forever in dreams.
It wasn't until one day, when I woke up, that I realized that my body had become that beast, and I realized that I was it, and it was me.
There's no way to escape it. That black life force swelled wildly in my body, getting stronger day by day, and I could only face it, look at it directly, try to accept it for the first time, and slowly merge with it.
I can't kill it, I can only accept this fate and release it from the cage with my own hands.
In this battle against fate, I threw in the towel, and I eventually became the person I didn't want to be.
I desperately wanted to be strong, but I couldn't hide the weakness of my heart.
I've lost so many times, I'm scared of losing, I don't want to lose again.
I live in anxiety every day, I live in fear of weakness, I hate myself who is weak, but I am afraid of the blood and cruelty of becoming stronger.
But in the end, I found that the core of my innermost heart was not kindness at all, I just wanted to be strong.
Although I won't do anything to get stronger. But I will never regret and feel guilty again for running over weak lives on the way to becoming stronger.
They can easily get caught up in other people's fate and cause and effect because they are too weak.
My biggest kindness and bottom line is that I won't take the initiative to step on them to get on top and become stronger.
If one day, I am also involved in other people's karma and die, it is also because of my weakness, and I am willing to gamble and lose.
From now on, I will not restrain my edge. I will be on the road to becoming stronger, and I will no longer suppress the black beast in me.
Whether they like me or not has nothing to do with me.
If they are jealous of me and want to target me, just come on, I'm ready to be stabbed in the back.
As for their self-esteem and emotions, they have nothing to do with me, if you want to blame them, they are too weak.
I am such an egoistic and selfish person who lives only for myself.
I have always lived alone, become stronger silently, lick my wounds silently, and walk on the path of fate alone.
Loneliness, loneliness, no end, no one can redeem me, and I don't need anyone else to redeem me. The only one who can redeem me is myself.
Choosing to approach me and alienate me is their own choice. I don't need to take responsibility and repent for their choices.
I was like a blazing wildfire, and they should have been ready to get burned before they even approached me. It's as if I'm ready to be extinguished.
My destiny is only to become stronger, and nothing else is important to me.
When I was just a small flame, they slandered me, they were jealous of me, they thought I was glaring, and they wanted to come and extinguish me.
One day, when I shine as great and shining as the sun, they will sing my praises, praise me, and even dedicate their lives to me.