The story is not worth mentioning and not worth reading. I mainly want to share about my life (the author), time is passing by, I am getting older but my thoughts are still negative, when something unpleasant happens, I spend a whole day sad. And whatever people touch, it is ruined, it takes a lot of time to do something, to think about the problem, to keep up with the speed of others. It is not slow but something that I myself do not understand. I do not understand myself either.