Insist on your words, tell me about my illness

Nothing is not convinced, so people don't bear me.

Nothing is not light, so I am not responsible.

Breaking down the words, they are knocked down. I don’t know what to do, but I’m in love.

Get up early, start an inexplicable fluster, and write when you are not at ease. This is a long-standing method, and it has been tried and tested. But it is, today, it becomes useless.

Finding those words on the book, writing it over and over again, but not as good as once again. When the heart is in chaos, the words have lost the style of the past.

I don’t dare to drop the pen and dance with the pen, and the cautious attempt to use it is, after all, it’s still a messy text that can’t be said.

Unclear clues, the most harmful.

For a moment, I really want to cut a long hair that has been stored for a few years. Doesn't it mean that three thousand troubles are silky?

The fingertips are inserted into the hair, and the scalp continues to return to the cockroach after the instant numbness. I can't figure out what I am doing at this time. I don't know if I am sick. I just think that I want to have a spurt, an emotional spurt, and a physical explosion. When the tip of the pen walked up the paper, he only felt that there was a thrill of the paper. I don't like the soft feeling when I write, even though my own words are just that hard.

I don't like to think about it for the second time. Just like the word knocked under the hand, it is just jumping out of the head at the moment, there is no clue, and I don’t want to have such a clue. It’s hard to be confused, and it’s rare to be a self-defeating one. I don't like the messy life, but I like the real self.

Maybe sometimes, letting go of nature is really a good excuse.

I don't bother to look for other reasons. It is so good.

Don't worry about other things, I am taking my way, I am ordered by me.

The songs in the headphones, how to cut them down, those who love to listen are always there. I hope that those friends, how far away, the heart can always be close.

Forgive me, idiotic dreams. How can there be such a mellow relationship, how can he or she be so sincere? Walking and walking, aren't they all scattered? Who remembers who, who is still thinking about it?

Are those stories that are too long to remember the years? Is it a story? Oh, there are so many stories in life.

It is really impossible to knock out any words, simply take a bath, the water temperature is very high, it is estimated that it has started to linger in the past, but today, it is just a good temperature. I want this high temperature, which can stimulate the temperature of the blood to circulate rapidly.

The least favorite is that the brain is blank. It is not a coincidence that today is such a state, I hate such a self. The water in the head of the puff is constantly squirting, closing my eyes, I don't want to shed tears, but tears go back to my heart. I don't know what happened to me today, just like I don't know how long the shelf life of some emotions will be.

The messy words, the messy words, I think, there is no chance to be a refined woman. The mobile phone screensaver gave me two words: strong. But I think that I am not strong at this time.

Which one meets the end of the game and must be happy?

Whose Bohai, who's mulberry, who promised the sky, who gave it to the land for a long time, who will take it seriously?

The ending of the story, as long as someone laughs, it is impossible to avoid being crying. Tragedy and comedy, I am used to it, and I don’t think so.

The most beautiful ending, isn’t there an ending?

There is nothing to regret, what happened, what I have, what I have lost, not all that I have ever thought of? Admit that I am a timid person, I am afraid that the ending will be unsatisfactory, I am afraid that because of this injury, I am afraid that the little shoulder can not bear too much weight, I am afraid that when the eyes are closed, there will be tears falling, I am afraid There are too many. So many times, I am used to letting it go. Go with the flow, get it, I will be happy. If you lose it, it will not hurt much. Anyway, it is natural to find a lot of excuses for yourself, for many reasons, but without exception, all faults will be attributed to themselves. This is a person who loves to screw up with himself, tangled, and why not.

Even if it is the most endless ending, there will not be much relationship. There is something that you are willing to stick to, a person who is willing to do everything to love, and there is a kind of force to say that walking is the best.

Oh, I don’t love it because I have deep love. It is really a classic sentence.

Nostalgic people, more often than you miss, are you at the time? !