There are something I may be crying for in the past, seemed ridiculars know. I heard about that it called growth. Growth...It's a hopeful but a sad word, which make me progress but never truly happy.

If nothing is the ture purpose, what is it that I struggle for? What is it that I realiy should do now,and then? Everyday acting as a man, but childish in heart. That's the true me, a child who think he is a man but never truly grows to a person.

Everything I struggle for is nothing. Nothing is true, everything is permitted.