Useless Life

I have never known what I am living for. I am a strange person. I think about some random things every day. Either I have something to worry about or I can't help but think about random things. I feel like I am a strange person. I don't know who I want to say my strange words to. I want to find a place to write down my words, so I write a novel for myself. I know no one will read it, but maybe someone accidentally clicks in and enters. I apologize to you. This book is not good. This is a fool remembering his boring and ordinary life. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.