Sometimes I think that if I didn't have unnecessary hopes from the beginning, my life might be much easier.
These hopes are like conscience, the most worthless thing I have, but also the most inescapable thing.
They have run through my life, like a lingering nightmare, following me everywhere.
But without these hopes, without the remaining bit of conscience, there is no difference between living and dying.
Or maybe it will lead to a better life, who knows?