Some stories suddenly come to mind and I want to record them... Life is already gloomy enough, and I will never be as optimistic as others. However, to live a sad life, maybe relaxing is good enough. Since there is a beast in my heart, let it rage. My heart cannot be suppressed, and I am used to being reshaped after every fierce confrontation. I want to record these insignificant and strange days, the strange thoughts in my mind, and the absurd stories. Darkness will always be with me. I have recognized this. Although it is calm on the surface, I know that I have defeated it many times, in a deserted corner, like a triumphant hero...
Concept: Depression is like a wild beast, it will swallow up all light if you are not careful. Every text is a battle. Fortunately, we are all still alive.