Slowly, I truly understand a truth: besides myself, most people in this world are unlikely to be reliable. Endure it, practice it, suffer through it, grow from it. How much progress comes from those sleepless nights, repeatedly overthinking and trying to understand... Although I have said countless times that I am exhausted, very uncomfortable, in the end, no one will sympathize with me. This is also very powerless and meaningless... In the end, all that remains is the feeling of swallowing a dead fly...