Inexplicably sad, as if walking into some desert, there is no reason. Or is there any?

I always talk about ideals, my ideals are too beautiful, and the reality is too anxious. I don't have the energy to be sentimental anymore, it's more like squeezing water out of a towel right now.

What to prepare for. Acute child, that is, lack of self-confidence and timidity. Alas, look at the ppt.

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