I was exhausted in the afternoon, I turned into a Internet cafe, I didn't think I would write this in the Internet cafes. At home, some monotonous. TV, words don't have anything else. Nothing, the only thing that can accompany me is my father.
(The keyboard here is really hard
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From the bedroom from the bedroom, I am sitting here ten days now.
On the first day, the watermelon sent me to the station. That day, the sky was very gray, and it seems to be a small rain. But fortunately, I took a ticket, we all mixed into the waiting hall. Didn't say anything. Before getting on the bus, I saw her for a long time. When I turned back, the back of the watermelon was already blurred by the crowd.
Sitting on the car, nostalgic looking at this city and people who are about to leave, I haven't found some mistakes. Watermelon is no longer the beginning of the watermelon, starting particularly particularly particularly almost. Ten days at home should be a dangerous ring. At the beginning, the two people should be quite tired, and I will sleep at most a day for 6-7 hours. Oh, but I think it's a wish, really! Watermelon should not have a good rest. One day we said good night at 5 o'clock in the morning. Now, everything is flat, and the watermelon should think of a lot, I still don't know what she thinks, I really want to know.
The front ten days are left, then the remaining ten days is waiting to go back, go to buy tickets tomorrow, God and watermelons will bless me. The Internet cafes are not good at all, people come and come, and the spirit is also concentrated.
(I have written it here, a lot, then I think about deleting, I have to pay attention to the impact, but I don't think about watermelon, huh, I think you, I miss you, Guiga. It is also because I have written some preface. Something,
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