Self-report of being crazy and crazy every day. Why is it so fucking difficult to make money every day? Why the hell can't you shed tears? This is my only thought as I write this book. When you leave society, you are nothing. This is a truth that many middle-aged people can only be convinced after going through a lot of hardships. Why don't you say you understand it, but say you are convinced? Because if you pick up any cat or dog, he will understand this truth. But belief is different, which means that you are no longer the special case in your eyes.
Intention: to go crazy