The sense of freshness always escapes from my whole body quickly, followed by what seems to be anxiety, depression, dissatisfaction and anger towards some things. I have lost my motivation, but always comfort myself with the thought of "an ordinary life". When I inexplicably regain my motivation, I don't know where the future lies. I am like a piece of wood, waiting for the worms to crawl all over me. If I'm just a piece of wood, it might as well be more comfortable to let the worms crawl all over me.