DNF Meets Harry Potter

Just got scolded by my mother and slapped a few more times.

The curse is ugly, very ugly.

Suddenly I feel that my whole life has lost the meaning of existence, and the whole world is upside down and collapsed.

It hurts, it hurts really.

I can't figure out why a trivial matter can be expanded indefinitely, and then go back to the past and get another meaning into firewood to nourish anger.

Can the old account be turned out as a new charge?

But I am no longer the kid who was taught to hide in the quilt and cry for a night, and then forget about it the next day.

Memory is really a cruel thing, tearing everything to me