I always feel that life is never a grand journey to the mountains and seas, but just an endless sea of suffering. Everyone is struggling ups and downs, some find a small boat to cross the river safely, some come across a sweet candy to comfort the desolation, but I am just suspended in the middle of the sea, neither sinking nor floating, helpless.
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You don't need to read it carefully, and you don't need to take it in, because when you take it in and start thinking about it, you will find that it is actually a bit depressing. This is a short story that is biased towards a diary [There is no optional qwq, so it feels inappropriate to choose a light novel]
Intention: Actually no, maybe I just thought about it