I have thought about it for a long time, as if I have been wondering why I am alive since I was born. I don't know why I live but don't want to choose death. I eat three meals a day, sleep and work, over and over again, never changing.
I don't know the purpose of my life, for money, for power, for you, for him.
Perhaps human life is unpredictable to begin with, but unexpectedly, I discovered the seasoning called tears, which is the seasoning of emotion.
The feelings are so incredible. I can't use concepts to define it, I even doubt its existence, but it has always been there, it makes me heartache, makes me involuntarily, makes me jump down without hesitation even though I know it is a cliff, it makes me lose my mind, it is so hateful!
How stupid people with feelings are, how embarrassed they are in struggling with their fate.
The person who stabs you in the back is usually your friend, and the person who hurts you the most is usually your lover.