Chapter 1 Self-abased me [1]

On a summer night, the breeze blows, and the stars in the sky blink, as if blinking at me. I look up at the sky with a slight smile on my lips.

Bow your head and walk forward slowly.

My name is Mengdie. This year, I was born with a disability. My right foot is different from my left foot. I walk with a limp. Many people talk about me behind my back.

I know that what those people say will definitely not be easy to hear.Even so, I really want to calm myself down, don't think about anything, and don't care what others say.

However, I can never lie to myself. Only after experiencing it can I know that everything is really not something you can do in your heart.

People always say, go your own way and let others do it.

But I don't think so. After all, they are not me, and they will never feel the inferiority complex in my heart.

Now in this society, classmates of my age are also in pairs, but what about me?Always feel very lonely.

Thinking of this, I feel inferior again in my heart, and I can't help but sigh.Then take a deep breath, shrug your shoulders and let yourself stop thinking about it.

Sometimes, I always tell myself, it’s no big deal, there are more people who are miserable than me, why should I care what others think of you?
Thinking of this makes me feel a little better.

However, there are always some people who will inadvertently touch the line of defense of inferiority in my heart.

Inferiority is inferiority. No matter how hard I think about it, I will never change my inner thoughts, and I will never pass this hurdle. Sometimes I wish there are gods in this world, so that I can be like a normal person.

However, all of this is impossible, thinking is always thinking.

Although no one is perfect, there is no perfect person in the world.

But I can never get rid of the inferiority complex in my heart.

In short, I, Mengdie, have low self-esteem besides low self-esteem.

I sighed and walked on the playground, the night is so quiet, the moonlight is so bright, but my heart is always gloomy.

"Xiaodie, what are you thinking? You yelled so many times and you ignored me?" A gentle voice sounded.

Hearing the voice, she suddenly turned her head and smiled faintly: "Yu Xin, I'm really sorry, I was too absorbed in thinking just now, so I didn't hear it."

"Oh, well, I don't care about you for the sake of thinking about things."

"Thank you!" I was very pleased with this friend's understanding, and looked at her with doubts in my eyes, "It's so late, what can you do for me?"

"I can't find you if I have nothing to do, really." Hua Yuxin rolled her eyes at me directly: "You won't be alone here again, thinking wildly, right? How many times have I told you, be yourself and don't worry about others How to think, how to say, otherwise you will live very tired."

"Hehe... how can I pull it." I just smiled faintly, because Hua Yuxin is like a roundworm in my stomach, always able to guess what I am thinking.

Hua Yuxin is my only good friend. Whenever I encounter any setbacks or hear people say bad things about me, she will always help me and protect me.

"Okay, I don't know you yet. As long as you're alone, you'll be thinking wildly. In fact, it's not a big deal, okay? There are more people who are more serious than you, and I haven't seen them live very well. Are you happy?" Hua Yuxin comforted me, she has said this N times, and she understands what she said is right, but I can't always suppress my heart.

(End of this chapter)

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