Well, admit that you are depressed, you hate that you can't change anything, and you hate yourself.
I often feel that the future is bleak, and the energy I have saved is indifferent, and the energy that I claim to exercise to enrich my head has gone? Becoming a walking dead, what is the meaning of life?
The heart is not ordinary at all, very impetuous, very crotch-pulling, and not down-to-earth enough. Thinking about someone or something, you are very angry, why you are angry, it is nothing more than others.
And if you say okay, don't take the initiative to contact others, and you can't help but contact them. The emptiness of your own heart should not defile others, and others do not soften your connection.
It's better to take action if you are suffering yourself, you are full of economy all day long, and it is useless not to turn it into action. Think about your own family, not doing the responsibility and maintenance obligations, a stinky problem.
Not being able to make money and not being able to make money are very shameful and useless performances. It's useless to be crooked, so all mistakes are your own mistakes.
Think about what I've been fooling around for so many years, I don't have any brains, I don't have any means, I'm a poor bastard of pure garbage.
I'm really disappointed in myself, how ridiculous it is ten years later when I was sharp in words.
Ten years have passed, and the future is in**? Chance again**? Yourself or yourself? Arrogant to go **? Ambition to go**?
Think about the family members who live a hard life with you, doesn't your conscience hurt? What the hell is going to be? How, exactly? Have you been living like this all your life?
Laughing at people? Let yourself look down on yourself? Are you really a bastard? Why? Are you really shit?
Always dropping the chain, always being useless, always not being able to lift your spirits, what can you do with those fake things? Can't you just work hard and work hard?
If you don't have an idea, just wait. Wait, do you understand?