I've had a headache since I was young. When he was a leader who was very sharp, he lived in severe migraine headaches, and he was in a state where he couldn't even look at the slightest headache. Headache, stomachache, and sleep paralysis are typical of my bad friends who are always around me, and I learned to wake up myself even if I have severe sleep paralysis. The problem is that sometimes there are difficult situations where it is a dream. It wasn't until decades of that difficult situation that I realized that the cause of all of it was all in my mind. I couldn't blame anyone, but I couldn't lose, so I bullied myself hard, but at that time I had no hole to escape. I was paralyzed seven or eight times a night, but I couldn't stop bothering me. The dead-end personality, who doesn't find a place to put anything down, worked hard on anything fiercely, and at one point, instead, created his own comfort that I never did my best. I didn't eat well, I didn't rest well, and I didn't sleep much anyway. It was not strange to have a headache like a chronic disease. I'm tired of getting old. It was comforting because I felt like I knew how to put even a small thing off my shoulder after having faith. I started to do a little less of the overwork. I started eating a little more even if it wasn't delicious. As a result, the soup helped. It played a big role in making Bob fall over. The end of the long national praise is over!!