I once questioned the meaning of life, and when I was frightened and confused, I thought to myself and persisted in this sentence - people live to do meaningful things, and the meaningful thing is that I live; I once thought that the world existed because of him, and finally found that I was. He is an ordinary member of all living beings; he once boasted that he was the only one who was drunk when everyone was drunk, but he also found that he could not integrate into the rhythm of social development. His powerless and helpless situation made him feel that he was a redundant member.
I don't know what kind of mentality I have to continue living. What I see on the screen is an exceptionally wonderful world, but I live in a dull and monotonous life. I live my current life day after day. What kind of courage should I have to continue on?
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
