Suddenly there was an impulse to get to know someone, to buy a one-bedroom apartment in a city, to live a simple life.

Probably feeling a little tired, thinking about how to escape.

It often takes a lot of courage to make up our minds to do something, so we hesitate.

Fantasize that a person can do nothing, barely have enough food and clothing, be a small town, look at the scenery, wait for the extinction, no one pays attention to me, I am too lazy to talk to others, everything only flows on the tip of the pen, laughing at my own poverty, looking down on the taste of life, happy and leisurely.

Attached to words, eager to be understood, probably that is the stubbornness of the last part.

Who is not lonely!

Compromise to be dominated by life, and don't have the courage to break the current comfort, but always thinking about the scenery outside the window, probing the probe, and dying in Huangquan.

Ask your soul what you need, probably I will feel ridiculous, probably I still want love, probably I still want life to bring me fun, probably I don't want to die quietly like this, with endless loneliness.

Exhaustion makes people seem to be missing something, probably the current state, lying on the bed, silently knocking on the characters, the heart is like bitter water, physically and mentally exhausted.

I don't like to be so decadent, I like to run in the sun, I like the beauty of nature, I like the friction of my fingertips, I like the sweetness of the corners of my mouth, I like you, I like you.

I've liked a lot of people, mostly because of their looks, their looks match my tastes, and for me to be with them makes me happy, and I'm happy to be stupid.

There have also been people who have pried open my heart without doing anything, I don't know what to do if I am afraid, I often ask myself what I want, but the answer to me is silence, because I don't want anything, what I want no one can give me, it's just some self-deception.

It really takes some courage to get out of here and find the next place to live, I was not born to be a long-term person, how can I stay in one place and wait for death, it's just that I'm afraid of trouble, what I hate more than the fluctuation of life, what a poor person.

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