I just learned that a friend who was into trading cryptocurrencies committed suicide in April (I won't reveal who it is). He had severe bipolar disorder. We had some brief interactions, and I went through some chat records from 2022. During the pandemic, I was at home every day researching how to make desserts, and he said he wanted to eat some and wanted me to send some to his fans. I prepared some to send to him, but due to the cold chain not reaching his city during the pandemic, it ultimately fell through. From our conversations, he seemed like a pretty good person. Sigh, whether it's not making money or not being loved. As someone who can't really claim to know him, all I can do is respect his choice. For him, death might be a form of liberation, a way to break free from the cage. I can only silently wish him well, hoping that in his next life, he won't be reborn into this boring world 🥹 I hope he has already escaped the cycle of reincarnation at this moment. If he really has to come back, let him be a free bird.

As soon as you saw me, you opened your mouth and called her E-dog, which made my heart skip a beat. What were you thinking about raising her like that? How can you so crudely refer to her? She is a long-haired male enthusiast, an abstract art lover, a fan of vulgar memes, the god of wine, a half-baked philosopher, a drifter, and a lover of ruins. She occupies the softest spot in the hearts of her followers. This name is too heavy, and you cannot bear the weight of everything that comes with it. Therefore, please respectfully refer to her as E-god.

Don't you ever feel, from the bottom of your heart, that this universe should be ruled by me?

Don't you ever feel, deep down, that this world should be ruled by me?

There are some individuals who exhibit a dominating level of talent in their respective fields; they can be friends, but it's highly unlikely they can be partners. Gu Cheng was great at writing poetry, but he killed his wife in a three-person relationship. Althusser Also fell into madness and killed his wife. Nietzsche cried while holding a horse, and later went insane. Van Gogh also died amidst absinthe and dissociation. As for Hölderlin, Hai Zi, and Goma, those genius-level poets, all chose self-destruction. My favorite rock musician, Jim Morrison, joined the 27 Club; although the media did not disclose the specific cause of death, it was likely due to a drug overdose leading to cardiac arrest. Their lives were so brilliant that they burned themselves and also scorched those close to them, leaving only the option to admire from afar.

I have always believed in "talking less about ideologies and more about viewpoints." Yes, I prefer discussing specific, in-depth viewpoints rather than spouting empty and grand ideologies.

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I like a quote Creation makes people happy, and karma makes people sad, and human beings have the destiny of creation, so they are full of joy and sorrow.

It felt like a dream The surroundings were quiet when the nails were being made The sound of nails breaking through the skin tissue can be heard clearly Now it's time to recover

Like a dream I really got my lip nailed (not this time) and now I'm waiting for the 🥹 swelling to go down