This is real and common. Ordinary people will not pay attention to it. In this world, there are normal people and "sick people". Maybe some people want to know, but even if it is the paintings of Van Gogh, the literature of Nietzsche, or books like "Genius on the Left, Madman on the Right", what people feel more is just that they are amazed by this kind of genius. However, the vast majority of people in this world are ordinary people. Suffering from this disease, we cannot let others know, but there are always people who can no longer endure it in silence. Although I am just an ordinary person, I want to tell this story that no one tells.
Intention: This is not a novel, it is just like a diary. People really need to learn to cherish it while they are alive.