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Headache

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    Work and life are a mess for me to deal with.  I always think about a lot of irrelevant things.  I care about things I shouldn't care about.

    The sun rises, and its brilliance illuminates the earth.

    I would like to be a quiet woman.  He speaks softly and drizzles, and walks with the graceful appearance of a woman.

    Because of the reason that I always go to class recently, I didn't write anything.  My brain suddenly became empty, filled with random thoughts.  It's a little crazy.

    I know the root cause of my headaches is thinking too much.

    May be in the state of creation for a long time.  I once longed for one day to get rid of this bad state of relying on fantasy and seeming to grab my brain empty. When one day I am not writing anything, there are still messy things running in my brain.  I can't find the reason.

    It has been raining for a long time.

    There are a lot of notes that need to be taken, and there are many things that I need to recite.  My eyes hurt so bad I couldn't open them.  When I lie in bed, no matter how hard I try, I can't fall asleep.  You can only keep replaying the past memories in your mind.  People and things in the past, youth in the past.  Depravity was not my intention.  As I wrote, I pitied myself.  Be kind to yourself, don't be like a cruel oppressor who devours soul, flesh and blood.  But I exist as the most essential individual of life.

    ? After countless days of precipitation.  I finally understand that writing and I are actually inseparable bodies.  I let those blunt words recombine into a story.  Words allow me to temporarily escape the shackles of reality and re-enter the ideal world I created.  My happiness, sorrow, longing, strength, forbearancethe motivation and hope to live.

    I never buy expensive clothes, and I never wear makeup.  Do not pursue external beauty.  The good years of youth are dedicated to that illusory dream.

    Sometimes it can be lonely, really lonely.  Feel like breaking down.  The people in the book, those fates, endings, joys and sorrows are intertwined and lingering.  And I can't break free.

    This may be my fate.

    A lonely life.  Life that doesn't stop.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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