Am I Schizophrenic?

Run wantonly on the road of life and shed painful tears on the field of hope. What? Are you going to work hard tomorrow? So let's fish hard today. Waiting has become a habit, and expectations remain slim. The road has to go on, will you laugh and walk with me? Maybe, just maybe, the evening sun would be nice too. I just didn't notice it. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.