Recently, there is a very popular meme: the whole network is learning to cook for my mother in places where my mother can't see it, but I saw a great answer today.

I don't want to follow my mother's example to take care of that big family, buy vegetables, cook and do housework, fill my life with firewood, rice, oil, salt and chicken feathers, and it is difficult to swallow my anger for the sake of my children, that's not what I want.

My future should be to travel whenever I want, eat whatever I want, and start at whatever time I want.

My future should be full of possibilities, not two points and one line.

What "I'll be you when I grow up", I'm nothing, I'm just myself!

I don't care if there is a light for me or not, I come alone, and I am destined to go alone.

I just want to live for myself and not be bound by those so-called rules. I was born to grow old alone, and I love myself.

I refuse to be crushed by the so-called family responsibilities and to live the way society expects me to live. I refuse to be defined, to live in other people's expectations.

I want to live for myself, live for myself, live for myself. I want to go my own way, do what I love, and enjoy my free life. I want to face everything bravely, not to be defeated by difficulties, not to be defeated by setbacks.

I want to have my own dreams and pursue my beliefs. I want to be brave enough to pursue my own happiness and find my own future.

I don't want to be like my mother, for the sake of my family and children, give up my dreams and give up my life. I want to live my own life and live my own wonderful life.

I am a human being, an independent person. I have the right to choose my own way of life and the right to pursue my dreams. I want to live for myself and fight for my life.

I believe that only by living your own life can we truly live a wonderful life. I don't want to be like my mother, burying all the bitterness and sadness in my heart and bearing everything alone. I want to live calmly, comfortably, and authentically.

I want to enjoy life and enjoy every moment of joy and happiness. I want to pursue what I love, pursue my dreams and ideals.

I don't want to live in other people's expectations, live in other people's eyes. I want to live my own style, live my own personality.

I believe that everyone has their own value and meaning, and everyone has their own dreams and pursuits. I want to be brave enough to pursue my dreams and be brave enough to realize my values.

I am a human being, an independent person. I want to live for myself and fight for my life. I believe that only by living your own life can we truly live a wonderful life.

When I was alone, I felt endlessly alone. Whether in the bustling crowd or in the silence of the wilderness, I felt a deep loneliness. It is a feeling that cannot be expressed in words and can only be understood through inner experience.

In my memory, I always shared the joys and sorrows of life with my friends. However, as time went on and my friends got busy, I also started my journey on my own. I tried to adapt to this new state of life, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't shake the feeling of loneliness.

I often walk alone on the streets, watching people come and go, with bright smiles and cheerful voices. I felt alien to all of this, as if I was an outsider who couldn't fit in with the bustle of this world. I longed for someone who could understand me and share my feelings, but I couldn't find anyone like that.

In the dead of night, I often sit alone in front of the window and look at the moon outside the window. The moon was cold and bright, just like I feel right now. I think of my old friends and the good times we spent together. However, these are all in the past, and I can never go back to the past.

I've also tried to seek comfort, and I've called my friends hoping to find some empathy. But when I heard their voices, I felt even more lonely. I found that there was a distance between us, and we could never go back to the intimacy we used to have.

I started writing in a journal in the hope of venting my emotions through words. I write down my feelings, my thoughts, my dreams in my diary. I found that in the process of writing, I was able to alleviate my loneliness a little. But when I stopped, the loneliness returned.

I was alone and I felt endlessly alone. However, I am not desperate. I believe that in this world, there must be someone who can understand me and share my feelings, and I will continue to search until I find that person.