Library

If I write my own experience into a book, I don't know what kind of name to attract attention. I don't know what the meaning of life is. I am confused... I can't find my own path. I don't know the meaning and value of my existence. I only know that my life is terrible... The meaning of living does not seem to be very big... I hope that everyone who reads this book I wrote will have a better future. There is always a ray of light to illuminate you in the darkness. Of course, my world is dark. It seems like I have to stay in this bleak world forever...