Because of anorexia, I didn't eat for four days and lost 3 kilograms in four days.

I was already very thin, normally 175 tall, only 56 kilograms, lost 3 kilograms at once, and the whole person was like dry firewood.

I resumed my diet the day before yesterday, and I thought I would be able to stick to the three watches, but I felt weak after sitting for a long time.

I'm not a hypocritical person, I will work hard if I choose this profession, and I won't complain.

Even the fact that I wrote a million words in three months, including the new book period, is a testament to my attitude.

I love this profession and I am willing to work hard in this profession.

I also love every story I write.

It's just that sometimes, the body really can't stand it.

And I'm older, not younger.

Some people may say, isn't it just typing, is it difficult?

If writing a story is just typing, anyone can write it.

Some people may say, why don't other authors do this?

If everyone's body is the same, I want to be the healthiest one.

Moreover, my updates have never been lower than six thousand. Even if I take medicine and get injections, I'm still writing.

Maybe this world is like this, across the Internet, no one will care about another person's life or death, what they care about is just whether it is in line with their own wishes.

Indifference may be the mainstream of this era. Accustomed to being indifferent to the people and things around him, let alone the Internet.

The story continues.

If you want, then continue to walk with the rivets. If you don't want to, I hope to leave silently, not to stimulate my nerves.

Whether you look at it or not, I'm writing.

Stories have an ending, and life always has an end.

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