More and more feel that you are not small, 25. Turned 30 miles. Years are so rushed, I don't know what I can do. Sometimes I am still with the child, often for some unlicensed things, the old mother of the landlord said, then I heard that I screamed, I didn't rent a house. She said with MM, I have a full fire for 10 minutes. Get up at 5:30 every day to catch the bus before the park. Sometimes it is still raining, countless raindrops wet my briefcase, just like a water bag in a child. I got on the car, I spent the hour in the car. The new day begins like this ... I have n'thing to do, I like to go to the schoolmates. I look at the old classmates, I know their current situation. I have no longer work. QQ, too much before!
