I don't know what to write. Before starting to write, become confused. I still have a lot of work to do, and the headaches are starting to hit me.
People around me talked about my gray hair. When I was just over 30 years old, I actually had gray hair. I don't know whether it's the body aging prematurely or my own malnutrition.
I can't see the white hair hidden in the black hair. Maybe one day, wrinkles start to creep up the corners of the eyes.
The environment I am in, the people around me, and the huge space. I often fall into bouts of confusion.
The brain becomes extremely excited. When I think about things, the space of fantasy becomes blurred and deep.
I listened to the voices from all directions, and it seemed that there was a force piercing through the clouds to disturb my ears. Vague pronunciation, vague words.
Who stays there.
Who is talking.
I bought a lot of masks online. I'm making plans for a vacation. I once missed the departure time of the train because of my mobile phone. When my grandfather died, I was not by his side. I am dreaming of a young girl, and I live the youngest in my heart, but in fact I am already 30 years old.
My life is a mess.
Someone asked me, why do people live and what is the meaning of living?
I'm stuck
I have told a lot of lies, and I am living a lie.
Sometimes I don't know what is true.
I made up lies one after another. Lies bring me both sadness and happiness. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com