At that time, I hadn't written for two weeks, and it felt a little strange......

At that time, I was very sleepy, and it was easy to fall asleep as long as I gently closed my eyes for a while. www.biquge.info I don't think I'll be in the mood to go to work the next day if I don't write that day.

Those two weeks were actually a long time for me. Because there were no big holidays in Cambodia at that time, only weekends to rest, so I was very unmotivated without expectation, and I felt like a year. What's more, the busyness and complexity of work make the body and mind even more exhausting......

The reason why I didn't write for two weeks has something to do with my playing games. In other words, I spent the last two weeks drawing and playing games to decompress. However, the game was accidentally played by me to a level that the game dealer had not yet opened, so the stress reduction index of the game plummeted all of a sudden. Feeling, it's boring, it's time to go back to writing......

There is another very important reason, that is, my family said that I wrote very indiscriminately, wrote whatever happened, did not leave any secrets, and did not consider the feelings of others. When my family expressed this opinion to me, my heart was actually very lost, but I was speechless. After all, I did write in too much detail, such as feelings.

For this reason, my thoughts began to contradict again......

I chose to write in a way that I thought was acceptable, and even though I had kept some important secrets to myself, it was just my own opinion. Who knows what the person I'm writing about thinks?

I'm distressed, confused......

If I had to hold back some of the thoughts I thought I could express, it would not be what I wanted to write, and my content would lose the meaning I wanted to write about.

However, if I always spread out everything that happened around me in this way and be watched by onlookers, am I too dangerous? Will people who know me think that I am very insecure? If you are not careful, I may write it into the east to express a meaning that you don't like, and if you keep showing your own life, will it seem that you are very cheap? There is no mystery at all......

It is said that most of the silent people are mature. So, isn't it a very naïve person like me who always writes about life endlessly for everyone to watch?

Should I continue on my path, or should I force myself to be silent against my heart?

I also thought about this question for two weeks......

Originally, I couldn't figure it out, but in those two days, I stumbled upon someone who had deleted it from his deducted friends. I thought, should I really force myself to be silent?

But I found out again that there are people waiting for me to write, and there are people who are willing to understand me. So, I got it.

It's still the same big truth, no one is perfect. No matter how good you are, there will be people who think you are bad. No matter how bad you are, there will be people who see through you and understand your strengths, even though there may be only a few people.

So, I'm going to be myself, that's how I live. If you like me, you'll be close, and if you don't like you, you'll stay away. This is such a law of nature, why should I bother?

I wrote something, maybe some of the content will be a little indecent, but I have maintained my degree. I still have a share in what I can say and what I can't. Although there is a difference between what I share and what others share.

Now that I've figured it out, let's write back to my stuff......

I also thought about the question, if one day, there is no one who pays attention to me, will I continue to write, or will I continue to write because I have exposed too many secrets of the past and no one wants to come into my life?

I am a Sagittarius and follow the principle of "if you are together, you are grouped, and if you are not, you are separated".

I haven't done anything heinous, and while I'm not a pure good person, I'm not a pure bad person either.

What will stay in life will always stay. It doesn't matter if I'm a good person or a bad person.

I just do my best, and then, what I should meet, what I should have, will come sooner or later.

So, go ahead and go your own way......

If Heaven doesn't arrange what I want to meet in the end, then I can only say that this is my fate.

Time goes on.

I'm an animal whose mind heats up from time to time.

For example, after watching the inspirational movie "Breaking the Wind", I especially wanted to hurry up to the weekend and ride the "big black" to break the wind on the road; I saw that some people with personality on the Internet could record their lives with a variety of colored pens, and then I longed for it, so I bought pens frantically as soon as I entered the stationery store; I saw Lin Junjie writing songs and constantly breaking through, and the melody became more and more unique, and then I really wanted to break through my own songwriting style......

However, when the weekend came, I was so bored when I broke the wind on the road, the pens I bought in the stationery store were almost useless, after all, I already had a lot of pens, and I was in a daze in front of the book where I wrote songs, and in the blink of an eye, I played the game again......

I'm so fond of animals that are fresh but too lazy to keep them. Or rather, it's back to the same place before it even really pursues freshness.

What am I doing this for? Whew, who knows? hehe......

What I'm more afraid of is that this abnormality will be attached to the relationship. In the past, I always felt that I was very dedicated and would never play emotionally, but when reality finally gave me a slap in the face, I realized how stupid I was.

Sagittarius doesn't have to be flowery, but living is just to make people feel very flowery. Perhaps, it's because the mind is agitated. Or maybe it's because of the uneasiness hidden in the personality......

What kind of person am I? I don't have the answer in my head.

Even though I knew I was so hot-headed and abnormal, I got used to it. After so many years, hasn't it been so abnormal?

It's just that I'm still afraid. If my abnormality only affects me, it doesn't matter. I'm afraid, I'm afraid, it affects the people who have walked into my life.

Originally, people were doing well. I was made into the darkness by my insecure so-called "promise". I don't like the heart of staying up late, but I can't help but lose sleep. Accustomed to glowing avatars, I have also learned to be gloomy......

And I, still paint my paintings, take my selfies, ride my "big black", eat and drink my "Suliya", and write my ...... It's like nothing has happened, I'm so happy, I'm so hurtful, so bad......

I don't have wings, but I still look up at the sky, because there are traces of my flight in the sky. Others can't see it, I can see it.

At that time, not long ago, I casually flipped through the logs I had written before another buckle, and I saw myself asking what kind of girl I liked. My own answer in it is: I will take care of my girl moderately.

So, I got it. No matter how much I want to grow, deep down there will always be a child, and that child loves the happiness of being managed.

The hot-headedness is always constant, what should I do?

Pour some cold water on yourself......

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