#《What you see is content, what I see is a lifeline》
Others say: this is just a writing activity, don't take it so seriously.
But you don't know, I already have nothing left to 'take seriously.'
Every day I wake up calculating:
Can I save on breakfast? Will I have to work overtime today?
Is there any content I can revise a bit more, earn a bit more?
This is not passion, this is no choice.
For others, Lagrange is a side job, a practice, exposure,
but for me, it is the last breath of oxygen to survive.
I don’t want to be famous, I want to live without so much pain.
These articles are not competition entries, they are my petition for fate.
I know they may not be read by anyone, but I still write,
because I can't retreat any further.
