No matter how you do it, how you think about it, it seems that some people give different comments.
She wants to live for herself. Abandon secular ethics and be bold and brave. And afraid of everyone's eyes.
Go out on the street without clothes.
Some people are performance art.
But most of them will be called stupid.
I hate living in a constant layer. But I've been living like this.
I want to wander, just thinking about it. Because I have no guts.
I want to go to many places.
I want to read a lot of books and meet a lot of people.
Want to abandon the past life.
Want to start from scratch.
I want to love someone seriously.
Want to live the way you most desire.
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There are many thoughts that come to my mind.
The only thing I didn't think about was to make a lot of money.
I want to be a hermit. Live in seclusion in the paradise. Build a house with a garden. Grow your own vegetables, raise chickens and ducks. Well-fed.
A person is too lonely. But confidants are hard to come by.
I am afraid of the dark again. Especially on dark and windy nights. It is estimated that he was not starved to death, but scared to death.
Women love beauty.
But I seem to be an exception.
There are many clothes in the closet that I don't wear. I wanted to buy it at the time, but I thought it looked good at first glance, so I bought it regardless of the consequences. The reality is that after buying it, it feels very strange to wear it on the body, and some of them hang in the closet without even tearing off the tag. became a memorial.
When it comes to food and clothing, I am more frugal.
Only buy books.
I bought a lot of books, and I may not finish the books I bought. For example, Dickens's (Oliver Twist), after three years, I only watched a quarter of it.
Wang Xiaobo (the silent majority), read half of it and put it on the shelf.
Looking back at the past, I never regret every decision I made. No matter what the result is, it has become a landscape in life.
The people I met, the stories I passed, the road I traveled, and the books I read. As cool as the wind, as poignant as the night.
Embellishment for my dreams.
Set sail for hope.
?What I once thought was unforgettable and extremely lostnow I think about it but it¡¯s just a passing cloud.
Somebody likes me. I feel joy.
Some people hate me. I am not against it.
I don't mind if someone hates me.
My way is under my feet.
No one can feel another person's sorrow.
Even the brightly lit night is no match for the bright red of the morning glow.
I.
Just me.
I can't live like a public.
It can only be the little me. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com