My hand couldn't stop me from working, but my stomach can.

At that moment, money is no longer important for me.

I laid deadly on the sofa, staring at the ceiling and wondering why I am working so hard.

I'm constructing my future as I always do.

I feel more insecure than everyone else about my future.
There's no stable monthly basis I can count my life on.

Maybe, I have lost confidence in myself.
I should keep my belief that I'm one of the superman in the world and I definitely could make it.

Perhaps I just couldn't bear the feeling of losing out.
My ego has controlled me.