#《What you see is content, what I see is a rope to escape》
Others say: this is just a writing activity, don't take it so seriously.
But you don't understand, I don't have much left to 'value'.
Every day I wake up calculating:
Can I save on breakfast? Will there be unexpected overtime today?
Is there any content I can revise a bit more to earn a little extra?
This is not passion, this is having no choice.
Lagrange is a side job, a practice, exposure for others,
but for me, it is the last breath of oxygen to survive.
I am not looking to become famous, I just want to live without so much pain.
These few articles are not competition entries, they are my petition for fate.
I know it may not be read by anyone, but I still write,
because I cannot retreat any further.
