In twenty minutes, maybe I can write a messy text to soothe my lonely heart.

Twenty minutes before the end of the day, and I have nothing to do, as a designer, of course, this is just my pride, maybe in the eyes of others, I am just a small handyman, no technology to speak of.

I simply decided not to work overtime today, Nameless felt a little unhappy, many things puffed my heart, I was on vacation, and I was about to go home......

There is no doubt that most of the texts in the previous chapters were produced in this situation, and of course there is a situation where my inspiration exploded, and the words gushed out, so that I had to write.

But not today, it's just because it's boring.

I said that I have never been a long-term lover, whether it is for people or things, but work is not counted in it, after all, the company will pay for it, of course, it can also be analogous, sighing that the world is all the same.

For twenty minutes, the wind didn't have time to blow my hairstyle, but my heart was already galloping, and who knew where I was, it was the scorching sun, and there was nothing to hide.

I think I'll die soon, and my heart will wither.

In fact, it is the most boring to say such whining, and it is the most difficult to express, nothing more than a few words, it has no new ideas, and it is self-consciously boring, if anyone can write the beauty of whining, I think it must be a masterpiece, worthy of praise.

There were still ten minutes, and the time passed so slowly, so slow that I felt that my writing skills had improved a lot, and I could write a lot of boring words in this short time.

There were eight minutes left, and I was so bored that I looked at the clock, counted the time, and waited for the end of the day.

Writing a sentence in two minutes is really boring, I think this is the preference of a person who is used to writing, savoring the flow of time at the tip of the pen, and unconsciously, the rest of my life is over.

I'm not too sad, I'm more unwilling, my existence seems to be very peculiar, I often feel different emotions because of certain things, I know it's just that I think a little too much.

It's the last five minutes, and it's not easy for me to come up with a thought-provoking ending, but hopefully one day on a whim, I won't laugh at it.

The clean desktop, neatly placed with everything, think about how unintentional the work, willing to spend time and energy on this thing.

The bluegrass in the corner of the table is about to dry up, why do I feel that he has been reborn, and I don't want to be confined to a small flower pot, the outside world is full of wind, frost, snow and rain, maybe I need to wait a little longer, and I will see the sun outside!