I Can't Keep Going, I'm Sorry

I couldn't keep going. I traveled thousands of miles away and worked hard for an entire year, only for it all to come to nothing. Not only did I waste time, I achieved nothing.

You could say I didn't work hard, but I had such terrible luck that I didn't even get the chance to try. I'm tired. Every day I woke up with nothing but money, money, money on my mind.

Insomnia, heart palpitations—so many problems erupted all at once, and my whole body was close to collapsing.

The friends around me all left because of the bad luck I'd had these past few years. Now, I'm all alone.

I wrote on and off. It was a waste of time, and there wasn't much money in it anyway. I only did it to fulfill that dream, but it seemed I couldn't fulfill it now.

I really couldn't hold on any longer. Maybe my problems seemed minor to some people, but I had no way out. I felt like my spirit had already collapsed, with no strength left.

If I stayed, I would keep updating. If I left, I hoped you might think of me from time to time...