There was one day when I was particularly sad and felt that God was not going to fulfill my wishes. Although I haven't done all the personnel work, since God doesn't want to help me, why bother to do anything?
There was a day when I couldn't help but miss myself, my childhood self, my ignorant youth, and my unreasonable inferiority complex.
There was a day when I was irritable, bared my teeth, grinned, and made trouble. Knowing that no one can bother him, he stopped.
I tried to live hard.