英文灌水日记 8月31日
As my early experiences are no longer new to you and everyone must be tired of it, I am going to introduce my "disease peculiar to the rich" today. It has been seven or eight years since I suffered from depression, I felt every bone in my body aching and every drop of blood clotting when I first contact with this sort of strange disease, but everything was brought under control and I was in a relatively good condition since medicine had been taken, I dare not withdraw from it in these years, although I can't but sleep like a log and am reluctant to rise until 11 or 12am even though I am taken by the throat or pinched on the butt after taking the drugs, it has little effect on my reading and thinking daily life. That is to say, I can keep coherent thinking, abundant energy and get continual inspiration to complete one high-quality article and classic piece of music after another in short cycle, in spite of the fact that I have to swallow the painful pills everyday. The idea, which is firmly opposed by mother, who takes me as the apple of her eye, that I must be cut off from it has constantly occurred to me, mom said it is an irrefutable fact that I will suffer for it if we act rashly without doctor's orders. More specifically, my brain structure will change if I am too hasty to do so, if one's brain is compared to an object of egg shape, one's "egg" sinks in and its function will be further effected when he stops taking the drugs, if I suffer a relapse then, I will have to take medicine for a life time.