Confessions of the third day

"I am already in the third grade!" I have never said this in such awkwardness. I have been living too fast, on the one hand, from my own value to my own value? Because I never believe how much wonderful in my growing footprint, life makes me born with no nostalgic feelings. On the other hand, because of my serious concerns about my loved ones, one day the most loved one in the world and my favorite person will leave me. I really don't know how to deal with this cruel fact at that time.

I use a stopwatch to measure my life. My life is only two and a half minutes. I study in one minute, work in one minute, and use half a minute in my own life. I often like to think of myself as a sorrowful soul who complains about the light in the darkness. I will look at the world with a sorrowful look - a world surrounded by molecules and reactions. I believe that this is the result of my personality, and for me this is also the absolute right choice. What I hope for is just a sigh like Einstein’s "This strange world" before the martyrdom.

On the first day of my birth, my grandfather died of cerebral thrombosis. Then, my grandmother passed away because of her sadness. When I was three years old, my father drunk driving and died in a car accident. Only leaving me with my mother, I feel that I am the most unfortunate person in the world. Mother is the most loved person in the world and my favorite person. A large part of my will to fight comes from her. All my efforts today are to make my mother happy and happy for the rest of my life.

I have also longed for money, and there are too many people in the world who pursue them. It’s just that as time goes by, my luxury is gradually indifferent. I understand that excessive greed will only devour all of my remaining value. I have my own dreams and beliefs. Money is just the material spiritual sustenance I pursue. These can be nothing, nothing, and it is not worth pursuing.

At school, I am used to the bullying of my roommates. In the face of their support, such as cooking, pouring water, and so on, I have never refused. Almost every day, people tease me. But I never thought about revenge. I was born with this commandment, just like a loyal pug would only wander in front of the owner. I believe in the afterlife, they are willing to use the annihilation of conscience in exchange for bullying against me. It is their misfortune.

I wrote in a letter to my pen pal, I admire the rebellion of Han Han. The pen pal says that you are very lonely, I can understand, but life is like this, rebellious really should not. I understand the meaning of pen pals: "The progress of the times has forgotten to take into account the soundness of the whole society." Otherwise, how can Hemingway take a gun to his head, Haizi may not be lying on the rails, Qu Yuan will not jump into the river.

I know that one day I will die too. By that time, I really don't know how I should face it. I rushed to the world and left in a hurry.

The third day: I will not go home