Life of beaver
advocate
amygdala
bud
compel
culprit
demonstration
desensitization
discrete
divert
emphasis
estate
expense
fascination
impose
indelible
I'm always too busy, busy to forget the most important thing. Everyday life is too boring, I even don't know what to write. Life is like a running purposeless shabby carriage. What's the purpose of my life? It's a scary question, I'm 27 years old, and I don't know. I haven't compelled myself to figure out what I really want. Everything falls into a softy trap, repeat tedious life day by day, I'm actually cumulating anxious. Am I really going to live like this?