I am a sufferer of bipolar disorder, a serious psychological illness. Because of this, I don't have the social ability to take a job and earn money. I can only cage myself at home and write in English of which little progress is made. Sometimes I really envy people who have regular life style and steady mental state; I envy people like you, for example, who seldom get up late and drink beverages, and labour hard for money to support your family which is impossible for me to build. I am a person who always feel extremely lonely, because this world doesn't accept a man who is always acting up. I am a man congested with vanity, because when I was healthy, I used to be an excellent and thus arrogant person who thought that everyone was no match for me. Now I have the terrible habit of flitting from one objective to another, just like riding a roller coaster. I set up goals quickly and give up quickly as well. Sometimes I think that English writing would help me get out of this plight, but owing to my vanity again, I excessively pursue the highest level of literary grace only to find that a fool’s haste is no speed. Do you consider me as your good friend? I wish that you can help me.