I was still in a bad mood tonight. I went to the store to buy a pack of cigarettes. I drove aimlessly to a small river outside the city. Finally I found a deserted place and smoked alone. There is no end to my miserable life. There is no end to my fucking life. The cruel reality is suffocating me. Will my life continue to go on in darkness? Sometimes I think happiness is very simple. Putting down everything and doing something you like with your beloved family, isn’t it happy? But the cruel reality makes it impossible for me to get the simplest happiness.