I am not a normal person， at least from the psychological state I am not perfect. I don't know what my value is. Maybe many people don't know， but I only know that what I want to do is not let more people become like me， who look normal and have mental disabilities.All the time， what I have faced since childhood is disguise. I have to pretend at school， at home and outside. It seems that I am normal， but I am not.I don't know what other people's lives are like， but for a long time， I have chosen a body that is not my own. I will not feel backed up because I have a home， nor will I have the courage to accept failure. From small to large， we will receive more negatives than affirmations， and we will not be applauded because we have more expertise than others， but we must pay for small mistakes.Since I was young， I should know that what I want can only be obtained by myself. If I rely on others， I will think that I don't know what is worth. I can't resist what others put on me. Although it's not bloody， I often face people's hearts. No one will tolerate my sentence because I am not used to it， even including eating and taking bowls.When you grow up， you must obey the arrangement. The road of life has been paved for you! Escort with experience， bind the splint with morality， in the final analysis， for your future， and ask: What do you take for the future?I don't know， nor do I dare to wonder whether the next generation will be in the same situation as me in this life situation. I do not want to harm a person who has nothing to do with himself， nor do I want to destroy a person's life to accompany him.Now I only know， I don't know from which moment， the things given at home can only be used to protect bowls， and it is a sin to use them in excess. At that moment， my face was covered with an invisible mask. No one could know what I was thinking， and no one could understand what I was thinkingI don't want to be Guo Chenguang， because this identity is really tired to live; I don't want to be a Guocheng either. I'm really lonely on my way alone.This is my last letter in this world. I don't know when it will work. One day， someone will understand the meaning of its existence.To those who think they are right， to those who struggle.
我不是一個正常人，至少從心理狀態(tài)我是不完善的。我也不知道我的價值是什么，也許很多人也不知道，但是我只知道我想做的是不讓更多的人變成我這樣的，看起來正常，心理殘缺的人。
一直以來，我從小面對的都是偽裝，在學(xué)校得裝、在家里得裝、在外面為人處世得裝。讓人看起來我很正常，但其實我很不正常。
我不知道別人的生活是怎樣的，但我長久以來，都選擇了一條不是自己的軀殼活著。我不會因為有家而感到有后盾遮風(fēng)擋雨，也沒有勇氣接受失敗。從小到大收到的否定要比肯定更多，也不會因為有超出別人的特長有人喝彩，但必須為小小的失誤買單。
從小我就要知道我想要的只能自己獲取，依靠別人，會認(rèn)為不懂物有所值。別人塞給我的無法抗拒，雖不至于腥風(fēng)血雨，卻也常常直面人心。沒有人會因為我的一句不習(xí)慣而容忍，甚至于包括吃飯拿碗。
長大后一定服從安排，人生的路已經(jīng)為你鋪排！用經(jīng)驗保駕護(hù)航，用道德捆綁夾板，說到底為你未來，呼問：你拿什么為未來摸排？
我不知道，我也不敢想在這樣的人生境遇下，下一代的人生會不會走上和我一樣的境遇。我不想害一個于己無關(guān)的人，也不想再毀掉一個人的人生來作陪。
如今的我只知道，不知道從哪一刻開始，家里給的東西只能拿來護(hù)碗，用在超出的地方便是罪。而那一刻開始，我的臉上便遮上了看不見的面具，沒有人能知道我想什么，也沒有人能明白想什么……
我不想做郭晨光，因為這個身份真的活著很累；我也不想做郭城，一個人的路上真的孤立無援。
互相這就是我留在這個世界上的一份遺書，不知道什么時候奏效，互相有一天，會有人能明白它存在的意義。
寫給那些自以為是的人，寫給那些苦苦掙扎的人。