People say that words are the soul of a person. I have long forgotten what my soul is like. I wrote this article here just to think that I still exist. I don't want to be sad, it's not suitable for me to be sad, and I don't have the conditions to be sad, but there is always the helplessness of "forcing myself to express my sorrow in order to compose new words." I put this article here just to express my helplessness. No matter who sees it, it's fine as long as they don't know me. A person with low self-esteem and pride!