Today, I was very confused and didn't know what to do. I thought of many things, many people, many articles, but I didn't think of the chapters I wanted to express today. What am I thinking about, is I missing someone, or something, or is looking for an idea, or I don't have any good ideas at all, but I just don't want to admit it, so I keep racking my brain to explore the deep thoughts in my brain.

I am still too naive, so naive that I thought I could achieve something. Now it seems that this is just my impulsive idea and there is no theoretical support at all. I admit that I want to break the update, but I didn't expect that I would break the update so early, which makes me feel a little hurt. I wanted to hold on for a few more chapters, but I found that I couldn't hold on and I was too tired. I was thinking about the plot all the time, conceiving the blueprint of my novels at all times, and paying attention to my works at all times, hoping that someone would give me some advice.

I couldn't type a word, I had no thoughts at all, and I couldn't write anything. I knew I was not good at communicating with people, and maybe my works were the same as me, and it was difficult for readers to communicate. I always wrote whatever I wanted and wrote whatever I wanted. I thought this was my personality. I thought that those who appreciate me would naturally read my books. I could not care about those who don't appreciate me, but I was wrong. I couldn't ignore my own readers, nor did those who left me messages. I cared about their comments and the feelings of readers.

Perhaps because of expectations, I have become more thoughtful, indecisive, and sentimental. I am always touched by some people, some things, and some words, especially those who criticize me. When I don’t criticize me, I want someone to criticize me, and when someone criticizes me, I think I am a black fan. I’m annoyed if anyone comes, because I care too much about these people, I care too much about what others think, I just can’t let go of things to write. It’s so sad that I can’t write good works without my heart. I don’t want to have no thinking, nor do I just want to just write what everyone is chasing. I want to be myself, I want to write my own works, I want to write different things, rather than cater to readers’ tastes and pursue fame and fortune.

When I first came here, I had a lot of thoughts and thoughts. If I made up my mind, I would not change it easily. Now all my ambitions were dismembered by reality and had no self. Only a cold screen was left in front of me. I was sitting in front of the computer alone, fantasizing about the appearance of a miracle in my mind. The click rate increased by 100 points. I thought I had succeeded.

However, when I opened my eyes and looked carefully, my heart was still rising and falling, and it was still not rising at all. It was like sitting on a needle blanket. Maybe you didn’t believe it, but I was really disappointed that minute. What was disappointed was not the click-through rate, it was not a matter of things. It would be better in the future, but I didn’t code a word. I can’t write it now, and I can’t write anything in the future. However, I hope you can understand my mood. Being a god is too far away for me, and I know that I can’t become a god anymore. I can still write books in a regular manner.

I was in front of the computer, looking at the screen in front of me, but there was no thousands of words. I was just searching in my mind. The thoughts that flashed through my mind and the thoughts I wanted to express. It seemed that I had entered the burnout period early. I shouldn't have written this similar article. It was too ordinary, too ordinary, and I really had no feelings and could not attract readers. I didn't say anything about the highlights, it was too difficult to write, and I felt that I couldn't do it.

No one will tell you what you should do, no one will care about you, very few people understand you, maybe no one can understand you at all. All you can do is do yourself well, do every day, and do not ask everyone to understand you, just hope that sometimes everything we do will be recognized by a small number of people, and everything we do is not bad. No one will pay for your future; no one knows who you are, you are just an unknown junior; no one is optimistic about you; no one will encourage you; if you don’t optimistic about yourself, you will not be optimistic about you.

Fame is not something that can be obtained overnight. I know, so I never forced anything, nor did I think about what big things I can do one day. I just think what I should do now, what I should do, and what I can do. In fact, I can't do anything, I can only wait to be buried in peace. Reality is always cruel to tell you: For a weak person like you, either you work hard to climb up, maybe one day you may succeed; or don't struggle, be peaceful and uneasy in the quagmire of the lowest level of society, and you will be free from pain.

I think about other people's opinions: After you succeed, you can ignore what others say to you, because you know that most people envy you, so they are jealous of your success and want to find ways to attract your attention. I am not successful now, and they can be too lazy to pay attention to me, but there are still some people who support me and increase my popularity. Although it is said that you have gone to increase my popularity, why doesn't you see any increase? Is the system wrong or you are not doing it thoroughly?

I really don’t know whether to praise you or not. You really make me speechless. I can’t help but complain about you. I am really moved by your sincerity and persistence. I want to thank you very much. You have done so much for me. I really want to ask you, are you Haiyan? Older people, single dogs like me, inevitably have inferiority complex, so I especially care what others say about me, what’s wrong with waste materials? Bad materials are no longer humans, and can’t read waste materials. I am happy to be waste materials, I am happy to write waste materials, they love to read, and I don’t force them to read. I don’t wait for them to pay me salary, can they control it?

Don’t care about the feelings of some people. They can only represent themselves. They cannot represent most readers. Let me tell you: People are like this. At first, we pretend to understand with ignorance. Later, we pretend to be confused. It’s not that we are willing to live in ignorance. However, many things will be exposed as soon as they are exposing them. Once they are exposing with force, they will be lost. No matter what I write, it is unacceptable to them, because most of them like to attract sensationalism, chase things that everyone recognizes, and cannot accept new things.

So, in their eyes, newcomers are rubbish and their works are immature. They would rather go to the vernacular writing of a certain master and write something that they especially like to pretend. Anyway, they just don’t read some difficult and real things. So, you don’t have to be sad for me at all. I’m really not angry. I know you are kind-hearted and enthusiastic, and you are a good person. No matter what kind of hero you are, I feel that I can recognize heroes and value heroes, so I think I also love you. In a certain way, I love everyone I like.

A website commented on my work like this: "God instructed this novel to create new thinking and new genres for this type of novel. Whether it is the refinement of the text or the arrangement of the plot, it shows the author's profound Chinese studies, which is fascinating, and gives readers a sense of substitution. The plots are repeated and there are foreshadowing everywhere. When you think the result of the story is a certain way, but you go against the rules, I am extremely surprised and can't help but want to continue reading it. I am sometimes worried, sometimes happy, sometimes sad, and sometimes excited for the protagonist. It can be said that this book: God instructed is a masterpiece in the online novel world recently, worth it.

"It's so good to say, and it means that it's still obvious to the readers. I suddenly feel that I'm not alone. There are also such well-known netizens who can say such heartwarming words, which means that there is still love in this world. I just like such well-known readers. This is true love! This sentence is from the heart, not incisive, and there are no typos. It's so great. I think everyone thinks so too, so I copied it down to show my proposition. In the future, I should learn more from others and have content. It doesn't take long. The key is to bring the title of the book.
Chapter completed!