There is a saying in Wang Feng's existence, "Some people live but die."

I am talking about me. I have gradually gotten used to life at three points and one line and am about to forget my dreams.

I don’t want to be controlled by programs like a machine. I want to live freely, not want my mind to be imprisoned, and only when my body decays will I understand the true meaning of life.

I no longer have the intention to continue writing. After get off work, I just take pesticides, drink some wine during holidays, and sleep for twenty-four hours. Life is like this, what is the meaning of life?

I won’t write tomorrow! I don’t know? Life and dreams are struggling, I am still in the same place and watching with no choice. Have I fallen? Are I confused again?

I only have questions, no answers. I have always wanted to be an actor and interpret different lives. In the past, I regarded reality as a play and squandered youth.

I have been a slander and deceived others. After that, I was laughing, laughing wildly, and tears were squeezed out, and finally I got drunk.

2018.4.9, 9:27 pm.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!