A very small thing happened today, but it can be regarded as igniting the powder keg that has been accumulated for a long time...
I don’t know since when, I may have had a mental problem, so that because of many small things, my temper would fluctuate greatly, and I would feel like I had lost motivation in everything I did.
I don’t know exactly when, but it really makes me feel tired and helpless. Sometimes I want to make changes, but in the end I still lose motivation.
I don’t know if I’m lazy or what’s going on. Sometimes I really think that I can just go on like this. No matter how hard I try, I still can’t compare to temporary luck, and this luck just won’t take care of me.
Everyone knows that this kind of mentality is very problematic, of course I know it myself, but the facts before me make me not want to put more effort into it. Sometimes, if you are just a little bit lucky, you are just bad. You can't do anything, even if everything is gone. It's in front of you, and as long as you haven't gotten it, it's not yours.
Anyway, thoughts like this, big and small, have been haunting me. The more tired I am, the more tired I am. I think about my previous novel, and finally stopped updating it for a long time, not only because of study and life, but also because of my study and life. More often than not, it was because my mood fluctuated, which made me unable to calm down and write.
For me, writing is a simple hobby. If I'm not in a good mood, I really can't write at all. I hope readers can be more patient and understanding.
I will have more time after July 10th, and I should be able to update normally by then.
I suddenly got emotional at night and wrote some nonsense. I hope you understand...
