The plants on the windowsill eventually died. I just didn't expect it to happen so quickly. I didn't even give them a chance to struggle against the cold storm and snow, and let them die. To be honest, I really feel ashamed, because since I put them on the windowsill, I only watered them a few times, several of which were because I couldn't drink any more water, so I shared some with them.
From this small example, you can see the bigger picture: that's just the kind of person I am. To sum it up, I'm someone who lacks perseverance.
Like that plant, I'm afraid I won't live long enough to reach my prime. From early September until now, I've been to the school clinic four times: once for food poisoning, twice for colds and fevers, and once for otitis media. What's worse is that every time I catch a cold, it's more painful than the last one. A few days ago, when I was vomiting, I cried my eyes out and felt completely disoriented. At that moment, I really hated myself for being so prone to catching colds. I think I was actually crying. Sometimes, I really can't take care of myself.