I've been writing for a long time, and I've fallen ill from overwork. Now I'm alone at home recuperating, bedridden, and unable to take care of myself. There's no one to take care of me. I'm very anxious, very confused, and very painful.

I've extended the deadline indefinitely. I hope that my writing dream will come back. I'm still young. The people I love will love me, and the whole world will be happy.

For a beautiful and happy life, everyone should work hard together.

"A Person's Mental Illness" Sorry, sorry.

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