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I feel that life has no meaning. This world is becoming less and less understandable to me, and I'm becoming less and less used to it. From the first day I can remember (around age 4), I disliked this world from the very first glance. At that time, I only thought about finding a chance to leave it. My feeling then was that fate, the world, and life were all controllable and predictable. I had always lived within the scope of my own destiny, mainly my own body. My original plan was to die from a cold when I was 6 years old, but later I thought I should try to live on. Following the inertia might not get me anywhere. At that moment, a voice rose in my heart, saying, "This might be a decision you will deeply regret."