别人一直问我,你为什么要写作?我会一时之间觉得茫然,是啊,我是因为什么才写作的?梦想,爱好,或者实现自我价值,更或者为了感染别人,我想都不是我最初写作的目的。我在曾经的很长一段时间,认为我的母亲不喜欢我,我的亲人不喜欢我,我的朋友也不喜欢我,所以我也不喜欢我。因为自身的缺陷,我一直羡慕别人所拥有的一切,而我总是躲在自己构建的灰暗世界里自卑着,并仰望着别人的幸福。在我最 People always ask me, why do you want to write? I will feel dazed momentarily, yes, what did I write because of my dreams, hobbies, or self-realization, or to infect others? The purpose of writing. I have been a long time, that my mother does not like me, my loved ones do not like me, my friends do not like me, so I do not like me. Because of its own shortcomings, I have always admired everybody else has, and I always hiding in the dark world built by myself in inferiority, and looking at the happiness of others. In my most