I Want to Send My Love for Thousands of Miles to the Moon

I drank too much tea yesterday and stayed up until six in the morning. Thinking that there will be a lot of troubles ahead, and I can't beat a few idiots to death, I feel a little upset.

To put it simply, it is incompetent rage.

But always accept reality.

The result is that after opening my eyes, my mind is buzzing until now. Thinking that I haven't had any stretch in the past few days, I mustered up the courage to post it for a day.

Is this true only in middle age, or is it always the case?