Yes, I won't tell you, in fact, I'm not as healthy as a person as you think. I smoke three cigarettes a day. I take 4-5 pills at night just to fall asleep. You thought if I'm good to you, what's the reason? My life might end at any moment. My heart is broken, and my brain is full of sound. My lungs are burning, my hands are scribbled, and I wish I was like what I was showing, right? Like this, maybe I was really a good person, when my pills run out, my head hurts and I can't see where I'm going anymore, I miss the days when I was my mother's healthy child, I want to be good again, I don't want to see her worry, my heart might stops every moment, I want everything to be over