Five years ago, I bought a book on psychology, a very thick one. To be honest, I haven't seen it. On the bookshelf, a layer of dust has already fallen. This is a bad sign.
I am not confident enough. The serious inferiority complex is that I stay away from the crowd and live alone in the world. But now, I picked up that psychology book and relied on that book to heal my inner pain.
I should write a book. In this way, I will not have extra thoughts in messy interpersonal relationships.
I shouldn't talk too much. Easily reveal your inner thoughts. Perhaps unintentionally offended a lot of people. The same thing may be viewed differently by others.
My thoughts stop there.
really stopped. When I go back to the past. What can I remember.
There are many things that are not cherished properly, and it is only when they are lost that they remember the preciousness of the past.
The people and things I care about roll in my memory. Who am I really interested in. Who ever fell in love with me.
Whose world did I disrupt. Whose world has become beautiful because of me. The left hand cannot guide the future, and the right hand cannot write the vicissitudes of life.
I'm tired.
I want to have a lot of money. Although talking about money is a very vulgar thing. But I've been revolving around it all my life.
After all, no one understands my behavior. It's like when I passed a certain intersection and saw someone puffing out ethereal smoke. That fuzzy face, the dark gray of memory. I can no longer distinguish between reality and dreams. Where do I come from, what mood do I carry? If ethics and secularism do not exist in this world, and everyone has the right to do it all over again, how many choices are overthrown again
I haven't traveled very far.
I want to live.
It's that simple. Life doesn't come back. It's like the splendor left by the sun when it sets in the sky. Is the person who watched the sunset with you getting old? Is it still the face that used to love to smile.
After all, no one will pay attention to my footsteps. Every step I took took half my life's strength. The grotesque world shrouds us who are restless, and we all have a restless heart. Because of the flow of life, that heart fills one crowd after another. Someone carved words on that heart. Someone is trampling slowly with their feet. Give it nourishment. It will bloom. Don't believe anything anyone says. They are all false lies. in this world. Only yourself will not hurt yourself.
If you feel tired, think about the road under your feet. Looking at the distant sky. Starry night sky. Vast and far-reaching. Let your mind calm down. If some choices are wrong, they cannot be changed. Don't make unnecessary struggles. One's own choice has to be finished while kneeling.
My dream is to be a writer. But it looks out of reach. So I choose to face reality. But I will not give up my persistence.
I heal myself. Get out of the plight of inferiority complex. I can do well. There are always people who like me, and there are always people who think that my articles are well written. There will always be people who will pay attention to me silently Although there are so many people who don't like me in this world I should feel relieved.
Don't believe what I say. There are many lies. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com