Nothing to do, nothing to complain about
Intention: To have nothing to do and to moan without illness
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I couldn't find my ID card on the eve of May Day, and I was worried that I wouldn't be able to go home tomorrow, which caused anxiety. It was a kind of fate that I came across this essay in the middle of the night. Thinking that there is at least one other person in the world who has the same confusion as me makes me feel a little calmer. I often wonder why God allowed me to be born, but then made my life so uncomfortable? When did my illness begin? All kinds of questions only got one answer in the end, which is to continue living.
I couldn't find my ID card on the eve of May Day, and I was worried that I wouldn't be able to go home tomorrow, which caused anxiety. It was a kind of fate that I came across this essay in the middle of the night. Thinking that there is at least one other person in the world who has the same confusion as me makes me feel a little calmer. I often wonder why God allowed me to be born, but then made my life so uncomfortable? When did my illness begin? All kinds of questions only got one answer in the end, which is to continue living.
I couldn't find my ID card on the eve of May Day, and I was worried that I wouldn't be able to go home tomorrow, which caused anxiety. It was a kind of fate that I came across this essay in the middle of the night. Thinking that there is at least one other person in the world who has the same confusion as me makes me feel a little calmer. I often wonder why God allowed me to be born, but then made my life so uncomfortable? When did my illness begin? All kinds of questions only got one answer in the end, which is to continue living.
I couldn't find my ID card on the eve of May Day, and I was worried that I wouldn't be able to go home tomorrow, which caused anxiety. It was a kind of fate that I came across this essay in the middle of the night. Thinking that there is at least one other person in the world who has the same confusion as me makes me feel a little calmer. I often wonder why God allowed me to be born, but then made my life so uncomfortable? When did my illness begin? All kinds of questions only got one answer in the end, which is to continue living.