Tone Four

This is a story about me

my name is, I’m of average height, I smell like something, I’ve never been good with mathematics, and in the 5th grade I managed to dislike the subject of mathematics in my textbook. At school everyone knew my name and called me by name when they addressed me, and many in the class thought so. But I’m not proud of it, I prefer the name “son of my mother’s friend”

I take other people’s problems too close to my heart, so I treat myself and many people around me very poorly. Every day I try to do my best to be useful to others. I live in the past, everything seems beautiful to me, as it was many years ago. In addition, I am insecure: I often wonder whether people will approve, whether they evaluate me, and I change my opinion about myself to please them. It can be difficult for me to sincerely rejoice at their smiles, support their endeavors, and forgive for the sake of preserving the relationship.

To me