Searching the internet for news of him, nothing new, the only photo made me feel as if I had forgotten a lot of things.

I forgot what he was like when I first met, the warmth when I held hands, the sweetness when I kissed, his words, the quarrels I had, and the process of loving each other.

Because of the drug, I have gradually felt that there is a fault in my memory, many things are not clear in my memory, and the ambiguity has become a mess of twine in my mind, in fact, sometimes it is a good thing to forget, not necessarily what, but I feel that I can no longer be sad if I forget.

He must not know what I look like now, and if he knew that I was doing so badly, he would probably feel distressed, maybe it was just pity as a stranger, my own feelings.

I found that my recent state is very contradictory and panicked, the root of the contradiction is that I want to change places, and I am worried about my future life, and I am not willing to break the current comfort, panic is the helplessness and inferiority complex in my heart, the sense of powerlessness and frustration with the world.

I should have lived a little easier, but I may not be able to do it for the time being, my current state seems to be back to the original boy, looking alone in the white snow, leaving a series of footprints, slowly buried by the snow, there is no distance, there is no way back.

I kind of like myself at that time, full of helplessness and cowardice, unlike now I can't even find a reason to feel sorry for myself, life forces me to move forward, and I have to do this.

I'm going to go down with tears, my heart is not dead, probably the sun is still shining in a place I can't see, I hid in the corner, looking at the sun, afraid of being burned, obediently hiding, how good.

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