It’s another normal day，and辕近，still dull.
One apple韵吨，one orange，three bottles of water with a lot of pills. Keep translating several articles移宅，slow as a snail. Emotions always rise and fall and fall and fall. No wonder someone think I'm getting weirder.
Thinking makes me miserable归粉，while numbness is also painful. I used to think that seek to do others down is a gift. But now，it puts me into a dilemma.
