I don't want to write something that is too unreal or false. I hope to write about the real life and real thoughts of the young people born in the 1980s, who feel inferior and helpless. Even if they can be satisfied with material things, they are still empty. I feel like I'm holding a handful of things in my hand, but I don't dare to open my hand and take a look. I'm afraid that my hand will disappear. I'm afraid that the feeling of holding something in my hand will disappear. I'm not satisfied with anything. I think my life is perfect, but in fact I'm living a sloppy life. I feel like there's no one around me that I can trust. It's true. I might as well close my eyes and act like I'm the only one in the world. Then there is nothing to be afraid of: If I have nothing to fear, what else should I be afraid of?
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