After looking at last month's income, I suddenly lost all motivation. I feel like a failure. I really feel like a failure.

Maybe I'm just a waste.

It has been nearly four years since I wrote the book.

The writers who were my contemporaries were either rich, famous, great, or famous in poetry or painting.

As for me, I am still like a stranger on the street, with no money and no reputation, and I am still at the bottom of the class.

Thinking back, what can the novels I have written in the past four years leave in the entire online literature? When I started writing, I looked around at a loss, or I could not find any proof or imprint of my existence!

What a failure!

Maybe I don’t have this talent at all, no matter how hard I try.

I tried many ways to break the situation, expanded my vocabulary, studied writing techniques, re-edited and improved the outline, and started a new book. I created it very seriously, trying to make every story innovative and exciting.

I tried my best to make ends meet, but it was still hard to conceal the wasted time and miserable results of the past four years.

I didn't know how long I could hold on. I suddenly felt so confused and helpless.

Let’s just say that my computer has been used for nearly ten years and has not been replaced. It cannot play games. Now it seems that I have no time to play games at all, because all the available time is piled up on coding.

The left button of the mouse has failed. Sometimes it takes two or three clicks to respond, while the characters on the keyboard have long since been worn away.

My vision becomes blurred, my cervical vertebra hurts, I have to type for a long time, my fingers have tenosynovitis, and I feel like even my finger joints have slowly deformed.

Every line of work is not easy, and I have no complaints about it, and I know I have no right to complain.

I only recently learned that there is a kind of keyboard called a mechanical keyboard, and there is also a green axis and a red axis. It will make typing less tiring, more convenient, and it also protects fingers. But the price is prohibitive.

That's right, a thousand dollars seems to me like forgetting and regressing.

You know, my monthly living expenses are only two to three hundred, or even less! Believe it or not? It’s unbelievable, it brings tears of bitterness!

My wish is to buy a mechanical keyboard!

According to the usual practice, everyone will definitely think that I am selling badly, and I will definitely say something next to ask for subscriptions and rewards.

Every subscription and reward is precious. Conghua begs, begs, even rolls around begging.

But at the same time, Conghua also knows that everyone has already supported me, and I feel sorry for letting everyone spend money on Conghua. I don’t dare to expect too much. But if the subscription can be increased this month and there are more rewards, then Conghua can buy a machine.

Please update the keyboard more so that typing will not be so tiring.

Of course, even if the subscription has not increased, Conghua will still continue to code, but the number of updates will not be that many, because it is indeed very tiring, so please forgive me.

Everyone reads novels to enjoy themselves, and we should not bring these negative emotions to everyone.

Maybe it would be better to maintain a Buddhist status.

I wish you all a happy life and all the best.
Chapter completed!