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The name of this novel is "Draft of the Collapse No One Saw", and there are still fifty-four days before the exam in May that will determine the future. I sat in front of a desk full of books, holding a pen, but couldn't write a word. Plans were made and scrapped, goals were hanging in the air, IELTS, AP, competitions, future... All the pressure came at once, and I could only keep escaping, procrastinating, and breaking down late at night. I have no great dreams, no firm direction, who I don't want to be, and no idea where I want to go in the future. People around me are running forward, some are winning awards, some are determined, and some are shining. And I seem to have nothing. Growth is one separation after another, Relatives are no longer around, friends are drifting away, I was left alone to face the new environment, new system, and new suffering. I will be irritable, sensitive, eager for praise, afraid of letting down, Even when he is obviously very tired, he still has to hold on and not fall down. I don't know if hard work will pay off. I don't know if I will be able to hand in a satisfactory answer fifty-four days later. I only know that during this period of youth in chaos, I cried, panicked, gave up, struggled, But still in the corner where no one can see, Hold on quietly and grow up slowly. This is not a counterattack cool article, This is an ordinary boy, the most real, softest and most embarrassed, And the bravest thoughts.