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    What should I say?  I'm still not fully awake from the wine, and my consciousness is still a little drifting, but I can't fall asleep¡ªthe depression in my heart is too deep.

    I bought a bottle of shochu and a bottle of rio. The shochu was too bad, so I gave up after a few sips. The rio had some sugar, but it was still bad, so I managed to finish it.  Speaking of drinking is really bad.

    I ate Chongqing hot pot with lm today, and I wanted to ask her if she was happy now, but she kept talking about her parents and friends, and she also had work calls from time to time, and she was still thinking about the possibility of a boxing class later  Will be late, thinking about drinking milk tea, buying cosmetics, buying shoes, liking and not thinking too much about money.  No need to ask, the question has already been answered, she is happy, among the people I know, she should be the happiest one.  Her life is a life of progress. In contrast, my life has actually stopped.

    After drinking in a daze, I fell asleep, but when I woke up, I was still miserable, and I couldn't fall asleep. I copied a few words from "Walden Lake", but I still couldn't fall asleep.

    Now there are bugs chirping outside the balcony, the sound of nature is in my ears, but I still can't sleep.

    What should I do?  I used to think that since the departure time had already been set, no matter what, I could always endure it, but now I couldn't control myself, there was nothing in the past, nothing in the present, and I couldn't see anything in the future.  I thought I was clear enough not to be bothered by questions like this anymore.  It still looks wrong.

    After waking up, I found that lz sent you a message, asking you to go to the unit to change the number, and you replied "received".  Before drinking, I deliberately turned off my mobile phone, mainly to prevent me from sending messages to Liz saying things I shouldn¡¯t have said after I was drunk.  gone."

    Haizi used to laugh at him when he said that he was too depressed in the Gobi Desert and wanted to drink to relieve his worries.  When I went out to buy wine today, my inner morals condemned this kind of behavior, but I went anyway.  When I was drinking, I couldn't open my eyes. I didn't forget anything at that time, but I didn't feel sad or distressed in my heart. I felt quite comfortable, but after waking up, I was still sad.

    I bought a very large peach this morning. I just took it out of the refrigerator. After peeling it, I found that there were insects and the core was broken.  I lay on the bed for a long time, didn't fall asleep, got up and played the guitar on the balcony, but my heart was still sad.

    I found that there is really no other way now, so I can only write down the sadness in the middle of the night like in school.

    I used to want to go to places with beautiful scenery and write some beautiful words like "Walden Lake", and I never doubted my ability in this area, but now I find that it is impossible, my heart is covered with dust, and I can't see anything clearly  Now, the soul has been corrupted, almost dead, how can I infuse the soul into the words?

    I think I'm breaking my soul, I'm stuck.

    There is nothing in life, but I can't repay it with a song; I am bored, and the silence has damaged my soul.  I want to sing, the strings move without rhyme, and the heart beats without spirit.  What will I do, what will I do?  I want to abandon the emptiness and go back, but the emptiness is in my heart and I can't help myself.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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