After coming, I saw him somewhat disappointed, I don't know if I got to bed or other, in fact, we still didn't have a close contact. I went downstairs, he stopped me, this is in me. When he tried to kiss me, I am clearly realized that there are two souls in my body, extremely different souls. One wants me to accept, one wants me to reject, he still kisses me. Some of the surroundings, I will Quiet, I don't want to move, I don't want to think, but he wants me to give him a reason, why do you want him, why is this look, this makes me think of the West Xingchi in the Westward Journey, I have always been in the same life. What feeling, for him, I said it is not good. When he wants to contact me, I reject him, he asks me why I will, I will answer this question is not more than answering the wound. Which of the wound is more difficult. I didn't make a little voice. Everything is quiet. I seem to have never faced a problem or difficult, I don't know if I think I thought of the previous "boyfriend", if That is to retaliate, but to him, he is invincible with me. The first few seem to be fascinated, hurting them is very happy to me, but he, maybe a little age. Reason, I don't know, I will say that people who I don't like this may not be. I have a long time, I have been holding my hand, I think that the hand seems to be same., Yes, I can touch him, his hand, his shoulder, but I can't feel him. I silently took my face, and I went to my face, from the eyebrow to the sorrow, to the chin, to the lips. I played. I broke him, my skin is not good, but he wants to say very comfortable. I don't understand it. I made him sad, go to him, my two soul began to play, and finally I have been refused. I haven't seen it for a long time. He asked me if I have, I nodded, it was a little more than about 40. I have seen that expression, that is in other people, my feelings It is pleasant, but now I look at him, I will go, my heartbeat doesn't seem to be. Sleeping in bed, I always think about my face with him, but I don't know him. Expression and eyes may not dare to see him. I don't know myself. I have never learned. At this time, I think I said that I am because I am bored, I am far-reasons, probably I don't understand. Sometimes I want to see him, but I really don't understand myself. I am looking forward to the next song better? The next show is better? I am not right. I can't be cold. It's extreme, this has made me think of the temperature on him, and I like a tobacco. I'm tight into a group, like a completely developed fetus. This night, I think too much too much, I swear that I have never thought about so much, I don't know if I fall asleep, I don't know what I have to sleep before reading the book. I only think that it is the Work on the text, but this night, I do understand Half a dream half awake. Once again, I opened my eyes, I was heavy, I didn't know that he was still sleeping. I am the most I want to cry, if I can cry, but I don't even have tears !! I am really myself! Let this rain replace it. For this last one.
I started to hate Liu Ruoying's "later", Zhang Aijia's "favorite", I love Chen Mei's violin.
She is dead, knowing, I don't know, I have nothing to do with me ... I have disappeared, just at this moment, from the music of the sea, he found her and found her.
_____ Duras
I want to ask if I am dead, will you talk to the dead? Will it be sad?
Dead fish is still fish.
