That is the end I intend to write for my story, from the first day I put pen down to write this book. I told you, if you think this is a book that ends with a female character slowly standing up in the sunlight then not. However, I don't understand why I'm so stubborn. I took an idle trust somewhere, emailed the publisher, and said, "I can't write the ending because nothing is happening in my life right now."
There is one thing that people get very misleading about me: I hate life. I hate my life, yes, but I don't hate life, this Earth, this universe. I don't have this belief in my tomorrow, but I'm always full of hope in those around me. For example, a fan of mine came to talk to me about how she is 20 years old, does not know who she is, does not know what I do with this life. She couldn't understand how I could do what I do: "You are world famous, you go around the world, doing all the things you could never do, in just two years with empty hand. " She says she admires and she can never do it.
I really just laugh. Earth and people of Earth, you guys are so funny. Me, bad starting point, dumb, headstrong, and depressed and I got where I am now. Then you with all forms, all intelligence, personality and emotions, you can also. I am the bottom of society, and I still have my way up, then you will definitely find at least one way to make you better, today. Everything starts with step one. Then you go to step two, step three, step four. How high is a mountain to climb from the foot of the mountain. I even climbed up from the hole I dug myself, you just don't want to vomit every time you look in the morning mirror, you have a much higher chance of success than me.
I - do all the things I do - just to scream at this Earth I do it all, I try hard, stop telling me to try, leave me alone, I'm bored. But that doesn't mean I don't believe there is anything good in life. I'm really the type of person that if someone calls the door, says they are too hungry and thirsty and there is no place to live, I will bring in and take care of it properly. The house could be lost, yes, it might be killed and robbed, but if I wanted to die it made a difference. I don't regret giving anyone a smile. And, the miraculous thing is, happiness is something you can not have but something you can still give. I love to make people laugh. I love taking care of my friends. I'm gentle with life, and I sing with the birds, because if any word is likely to be the last, every action is my final image to everyone, I want it to be beautiful. I sought my serenity, but I also wanted the day I left, my friends did not say things like: "I wish I went out with her more." Let all be a light and reassuring memory where everyone did their best, even if sometimes it was not enough, and that was okay. I love watching people talking, kissing, giving roses on the day where the farmers get rich, because I know that happiness is still here, I simply can't hold it, I don't have a certain sense. But I will plant it more, more, like roses without fragrance but still beautiful, and if it goes on many more and more, someday somewhere, I will find my own happiness. or the closest thing to your own happiness. I have nothing but faith and hope in all kinds of things, because if I were where I was, imagine if anyone could break through, how much more beautiful life could have been. If I can make two people laugh today, then those two can make four more people laugh, and I believe in that butterfly effect. I have to believe. I do not believe in myself, and there are only two things related to life, me and life, so I have no choice but to press on life. Depression, yes, but being sad doesn't affect whether I make other people sad.
After that I lay at home for two weeks, sitting at the table every day, pulling all the hair out of my head, but unable to write a word.
Disappointed with myself, frustrated with everything, "God only ends", and yet I couldn't write.
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Lỗi - Error 404 English Translation
Non-Fiction"Finally, my autobiography book, Error 404 is out, after 2 years of work. It actually took me only 6 months to write 99% of the book, but couldn't write the ending for a long, long time. I wrote a book about a child who was sexually abused, unhappy...
