The road from a8 to a9 has trapped me like a spell for year after year. If I really have to wait another four years, I won't be young anymore. Every time I advise myself not to rush, I am also deeply troubled and unwilling to accept it; recently, I've started to feel a bit warped in my actions. 🤢 Youth is no longer an excuse; the cloak of self-doubt won't last for many years.