After I finished this small road, I found that it was white and I found that I was too intelligent, I found it very light, not relaxed, like it. It looks something on the surface, but I understand is not that there must be anything else, otherwise I will not panic. If I don't have anything to walk in the dormitory, the unit and the road are on the road, but I will be low, I feel that I have less than everyone around, it may be lost too much emptiness and desolate, but I always feel that it is not so simple. I thought about it, the toilet thought, I thought about it during the night, I wanted to feel the blurred feelings, but it was still like a prize, I began to doubt whether my spirit was normal, and I started to secretly hit the amount in the crowd. The smoke is cool, started afraid to listen to the phone, starting again to count the map station chat, start the net silence, start to pay yourself, and use the cigarette to sleep, what do I drop? I have been calm and satisfied, there is iron buddy, I like reading books at night, happy to help, loyalty to love, love tomorrow, love, night sleep, get up early, basically don't drink, smoke four dollars, I like it, I like it. Blue Yanzhi has, I believe everyone. Now I am impetuous and greedy, earn more money, there are many popular version of friends, no more reading in the evening, don't help others feel that everyone is self-help, never want tomorrow, don't laugh, can't help, not bed and not Sleeping, smoking twelve dollars, never talking about yourself, no girl will want to know with such people, so there will be no more blue, I don't believe in most people. Under the pressure of life, these seemingly sorrowful gains, it is still normal. My melancholy is increasing, getting more lazy, I spent a lot of time looking for something. I am very unhappy, similar to a woman is like a lot of money, as if the consumption can make me find the answer, I will make yourself to make yourself, I want to come back after you have no money, but no. Look at the young boys and girls, learn their smile, I follow what they want to see what they have to do every day, and finally I found that it is only very pure game. I am very lost, I thought I only had my pure, my heart was broken by the pure myth of yesterday. It turned out that everyone came like this, and it is not worthy of a very precious memories. I am boring in the top of the toilet, close your eyes, listen to my irregular heartbeat. I feel that the time is not reversible, I even consume tears, I think I may not find something that falls, because I don't know what it is. I gave up my search, starting a lot of smoking again, smoking at night during the day, just smoked, I can't be alone at home alone, I am afraid that I am crazy. The cigarette point, long sucking, every moment, the heart is very panicked. In a rainy evening, I didn't show the smoke and looked at the road. I thought that my face's muscles were zombie, I looked with my face, I heard the young man behind him. To the girl: I am sincere.
