New gods in the chat group

I don’t know what to say after thinking about it. Reading

I feel like I am the type who is not good at anything. Sometimes I still have some memories of fish. The past is hazy. I even forget to add oil when cooking.

Actually, I am not sad that I wasted a piece of ginger when cooking...

I just found out that I am so old.

I feel bad even if I put a little more ginger...

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In fact, sometimes, it is not that I don’t want to write. My hand speed is not slow. I can type one or two hundred words in a minute...

I won’t feel tired even if I write for a long time.

But my brain may not be very good. Maybe others write books for me, and I just help to fill the library!

I am very sorry...

Forget it, I won’t apologize. I have to be worthy of myself.

The road is long and life is difficult. I wipe my knees and get up again.

The future may be worse, or it may not be. Who knows?

In the future,

If I appear again, I may be an emotionless typing machine...