A somewhat vague copy of the confirmation report pushed me into another life. No more love, no more hope. There is only an endless struggle of life and death. Sometimes, I regret it very much and regret it for the first time! Sometimes, I don't regret it, I feel like it was fate. The tangle of thinking and the effects of the drugs made me mentally abnormal. When I wanted to cry, I laughed, and when I wanted to laugh, I cried. I hope the following record can be endless, that shows that I am still hanging on.