Just think of it as talking to yourself, some life, unbearable, or happy. Some insights, deep or superficial. In short, every sentence I write is like a shovel of soil, slowly burying my past and moving towards a new life.
It is updated irregularly, and I don't know if it will v. If v happens that day, it suddenly stops updating. Please don't rush me or blame me, because I don't know when the story will end in that year or month, or there will be no ending in the first place.