The second chapter of the story begins

Every day is so busy and complicated, with many things going on at the same time.

A boy who is very fond of heavy metal actually gave me a beautiful picture of the stairs to heaven.

I met a photographer whose photographic style matches, and I am looking forward to what kind of sparks we will create.

A beautiful, individual style, full of personal characteristics.

This is the best thing that happened today.

And yesterday, I confessed to a boy I had been in love with for a year, and he gave me a response that was neither rejection nor acceptance.

It just gave me many, many, many complaints, all kinds of negative emotions and life.

After the phone call, I rested with those negative energies that continue to this day.

I was just thinking and almost made a decision, he wasn't right for me.

It was too many fantasies about him and the desire to have skin-to-skin relationships that made me long for him.

But is life like that?

Back to the story... I was greeted by a man in white, and I thought he was an angel.

I got into the ambulance, and when he injected me with a needle, it was clear to me what was going on.

My brother was with me, sitting in front of me, with a worried look on his face and a look of crying.

I still let it all work out.

Yes, I was treated like a psychopath.

When I woke up again, I was already in an institution.