I want to write something every day, record my current life, but I am so bloated and lazy, write some things so too.
Maybe I used to be a sunshine and lively teenager, I used to have the mood of the sky. Now it seems that I don't think what I do, and the last reasons often become an excuse of I escaping. I always do a beautiful dream during the day. However, when I came, when I woke up, I will hit my own brain. When a person sits in front of the computer, the tears are not coming down, and the pain occupies my brain.
So many years have passed, except for the beards, I don't change much. The beard scraped again and again, the people around me hurried away, they went to find their own happiness, and I would also be in this inexplicable place, humble live.
Never deny, I am a failed man, at least 20 years.
Sometimes I think that I am not confused in this world, but it is too confused, not enough, I always love to jump out of my truth, I will find things in the same way, but the confused is that I don't do not open the emotions. Pursue the material in life. I was huddled, I didn't have enough energy to support my thoughts.
When you learn everything in the brain, you will find something that is so luxurious and unreachable. I am like a frozen fish being installed in the refrigerator, not afraid of slow rot, but I look at my tears every day to frozen into ice. . .
The most painful thing is that time too much is too easy to fall into the painful memories.
Habits is a terrible force that is unknowingly accepting a lot.
At some point in a certain year, a certain corner of the distance was suddenly concerned about your forgotten people. Will you be touched?
