Yesterday, I looked at the dust blog, I was very moving. I haven't written for a long time, and the language seems to have some stiff. The text is not smooth, people, will be lazy. "Can't go on this again" lying on the bed, I will warn myself.
Every day, there are too many things happening around, too many people have passed, I have to pay attention to it? The busy busy makes me ignore too much things, every moment of walking, but there is no festival to appreciate. Are you really busy? The past may be confused. Start today, record the beauty of every moment. Looking back at the end of the year, I'm still in myself.
Today, I called the previous girlfriend, I know that she is very good, I will no longer worry, bless her. I just drank some wine, a person at home, very quiet. I talked to her with netizens, I really miss her, I really want to look at it again. I hope she is fine ...
There is much drunk drink, there is no shortprint written, here.
