When I'm bored with nothing to do, I feel like my freedom has been confiscated. Inspiration began to pour out from the brain.
I don't like doing one thing over and over again. I am always innovating. Regarding writing, I am also trying to find a new starting point.
My private life is simple and trivial. Days are like water soaked in a sponge, always squeezing and squeezing. After all, I will not live long, and my overdrawn body has warned me over and over again. And there is nothing I can do.
I never eat on time, and the headaches are tearing me apart. I can't eat spicy food but I can't control my mouth, and my whole body is itchy like falling into hell.
Although I look healthy, I actually suffer from many diseases.
I don't want to be so pessimistic about the future. And sometimes, when I lower my head and see one or two fast-moving ants on the floor, I feel a surge of sadness unconsciously in my heart. Everyone was in a hurry, never paying attention to the life and death of those ants. They live and spend their lives searching for and storing food. They are thin and fragile.
A word my mother often warned me, don't compare with anyone.
Be calm about everything.
Admitting that for so many years, I have not done what my mother asked.
I am ashamed of many people.
When I leave a place, no matter how reluctant I was, I will forget it in a short time, and when I arrive at a new place, new emotions will emerge.
It's another feeling to read something I wrote five years later. The feeling of accidentally flipping through something I wrote ten years agois indescribable. It will feel naive, but it feels like I am talking to me 10 years ago.
People who write have a sensitive and rich heart. If you peel it off, you will find layers of veins inside.
I sat there and looked up at the empty corridor. In fact, the distance was not too far away. In my blurred vision, the people there seemed to be shrouded in clouds and mist.
I can't see many things clearly.
Sometimes I really want to see the scenery and people around me. Pulling away the blurred halo made everything clear. what will i see Fiery eyes, or an indifferent face?
I know I should get a pair of glasses. But I kept procrastinating, procrastinating thinking that I couldn't see others, and they couldn't see me. It's a bit like deception.
A person's space will feel boring and lonely. I can also think wildly, feel coy and uneasy, and can't release the suppression of freedom
I scratched the skin of my face, ate food that made my stomach sick, and there was nothing I could do to change it. Can only let time slip by slowly.
Day after day, year after year
I am still here.
And everyone who used to be around has left one by one
In the end, I became the fate of a certain ant.
Find food, carry food, hide in their holes. Exhausted life, mediocrity. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com