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At 3 o'clock in the morning on March 30, 2020, I couldn't sleep because of excitement, so I decided to start writing a long text similar to a book of life. I planned to write wherever I thought. This is destined to be a illogical text starting from the preface. I hope to meet someone who is more boring than me and is willing to read my nonsense. I plan to write this book of life because I read Somerset Maugham's "The Shackles of Life". I started reading this book on Friday. I stayed up all night yesterday and read it at about 6 o'clock this morning. After reading it, I was very excited and excited. It opened the floodgates of memories and decided to write down everything I could still remember. Although I have a dream to be a literary worker, the only way I can do it now is not to plagiarize. I hope I have talent. If not, I will write about my true feelings, my own experiences, the experiences of the people I met, and various short stories. I am also very happy, because I am too lonely. I have no friends with whom I can talk about my soul. I am surrounded by normal people. I am a freak. Most of the books I have read are written in the third person. Due to my ability, I may write in a mixture of first and third. Regardless of whether it is good or bad, I decided to write down all the words I am holding back first. I am already 30, and I don't plan to wait until I am capable enough before writing. I am afraid that I will always be insufficient. I also want to tell those who have ideas, don't just think about them, give them a try, what if they come true? Of course, the premise is that you don't break the law, and it's best not to violate morality. Okay, let's stop writing nonsense here.