Last Saturday, I went out drinking with two classmates. We just chatted and talked about our stress and released some energy. They were both under a lot of pressure and talked about their unhappy lives. I was drinking alone. In fact, I was under the most pressure, so much so that I couldn’t talk to anyone. There are only three words: I can’t say it! Because I can’t say it, I have almost lost the interest and ability to chat with colleagues and friends. When they talked about life, family, and children, I wished I was a transparent person, like air! My life is a mess. What can I say? About the strained relationship between husband and wife? About the depression of my child? About the fact that I live a life worse than death every day? As a man, I can’t tell anyone about the pain in my heart. I don’t even have the time and place to cry. It’s too painful.