When Shi Tiesheng was ill, he wrote "Broken Pens during Sickness". I, who had no disasters, insisted on imitating others and called it "Chats during Sickness", as if imitating everyone else's writing would show my own unique culture. However, I am a thick-skinned person anyway, so I forcefully explained to myself that mental illness is also a disease. In short, it is just boring talk by boring people. They are depressed and unhappy, and they just find a place to run wild.
Purpose: Real life is indeed not satisfactory, but we always need to look forward, right?