If I had to choose again, I still wouldn’t want to be human in the next life—living is just too exhausting. Although I’ve always felt that I’m not outstanding, and that I have a lot of flaws and shortcomings, I try my best to be sincere with people and matters, but the results really aren’t very good a lot of the time. I don’t know what I did wrong—whether everyone is actually not wrong. Maybe nobody is in the wrong. If it weren’t for how sorry I would be to the people around me and my family, I might have wanted to give up again a long time ago… From being disappointed in this world to now not caring at all…

I originally rambled on quite a bit about the crypto world, but later I thought it’s better to delete it. Even if I said it, it would be meaningless. In the end, these problems still have to be solved by me—after all, no one is reliable. Over these years, I’ve just trusted too many people, and been too reservedly kind to too many people, to the point where many people only remember what I complained about and don’t know how much I’ve helped them. It’s best not to push me too hard—otherwise, I’ll tell everything before I commit suicide 🤗