I have a deep fear.
To life, to survival.
I can't find the meaning of living like this.
But society forces me to move forward, because if I don't study, I can't go to a good school. If I can't go to a good school, I can't find a good job. If I can't find a good job, I can't enjoy a leisurely life.
However, after I grew up, I discovered that there is no such good thing at all. Better treatment, more benefits, greater responsibilities on you, and less leisure time. I don't want to, but I have to fight for this kind of thing that I don't like at all.
Because, I am still alive.
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