I was once a depressed patient. I suffered from long-term school violence. I was at the mercy of others at the beginning, and later became a poor man. I had a strong sense of inferiority and became withdrawn. My heart and body suffered like an ascetic version of spiritual practice. Love has taken up most of my life. Now I am not in the best state with Mr. Yang. We even have many conflicts because of the long distance. I opened this document to commemorate the past three years of high school. I have no other thoughts.