Tell me about the sadness of the diary in 300 words

Reality is something that cannot be explained in words, and life is even more elusive. Real life is torturing these poor people like adding insult to injury. It traps us in this hell built with money. No matter how hard you have a copper head or an iron arm, you will be wiped out. I also wanted to change my destiny, but repeated failures made me embarrassed and bleeding.

Maybe it was God who made me like this... How many sleepless nights have I imagined using the infinite power of Pangu to pierce the sky and turn the earth over? I also wanted to borrow Hou Yi's divine bow to shoot the sun. Come to penetrate the universe and tear apart the universe. Let the world not be divided into black and white, let the sunshine fill every corner, and let the world be free from pain and sorrow.

Of course, we cannot change all this in real life, and fantasies cannot be realized. Sometimes I really want to roar and let out the resentment that has accumulated in my heart for a long time. Why? Why? Why is this reality so cruel? Why is life so difficult? Why is the world so bleak? Why is humankind so indifferent. Why? Why? Why? Who can answer? Who can change all this? Who can hear what I say? God? No, only myself.

Only if we change and enrich ourselves through our hard-working hands and wise minds, can we have a place in this highly competitive society and not be overwhelmed by this turbulent trend.