These days I often suddenly think of what I want to do, walk out of the living room from the bedroom, suddenly find myself forgetting what to do, and walk back, but still can not remember what to do.

Yes, that's probably how pets spend their lives.

I want to enrich my life. I don't want to feel like I've been dumped. It's sad and tragic.

It's nice to be alone, haven't you ever done that before? It's not much different now than it used to be. It's like having a dream and what to do when you wake up.

Of course, that's what I say, but I can't fool...