Anyway, it's swollen in the past two days.,Collected it.,The number of clicks stopped.,The recommended votes are gone.,Where did I write badly.,You say.,You said I can change it.,What type do you like to see?,I give priority to writing within the allowable range.,The result is like this.,Look at me (#?Д?) Face, you guys are teasing me.

What the hell are you swollen?,I admit that I'm typing slowly.,The time of uploading is not necessarily.,But I insisted on changing it every day.,Even if you want to fatten up and look at that, you can also collect it.,I always feel like I'm going to hit the street no matter what I write.,I'm also very unhappy.,It's raining so hard outside.,Depression during this time.,I cried for a day today and didn't tell you guys.,Hmph,Tsundere →_→ face,Not happy at all π_π。

I've worked very hard, and I'll be more every day in the future, just say what you want to see, be polite, if you love me, you will point to me, if you love me, you will vote for me, and if you love me, you will collect me.

Recently, I had a cold.,Not only the voice is sandy.,It's also a pain there.,Especially the head.,It's really dizzy.,The body also hurts.,It's hard to type an hour ago.,Today I've been playing for almost five hours.,I'm so sincere.,Why are you embarrassed not to collect, don't click, don't vote.,I didn't let you subscribe.,Okay,It's because I didn't put it on the shelves.。

I've always said,I'm not a god.,The gods can insist on code words for a high fever of thirty-nine degrees in order to click on the subscription.,But I'm just a pitiful little transparent who pounces on the street.,I really think I'm probably not suitable for writing novels.,Although it's my hobby.,But dreams are always too thin.,Although I'm still happy to click on the increase in the recommended collection.,Maybe I won't be able to persevere.,A person with depression won't be a very strong person.,For me, it's courage to live.。

People who don't understand will laugh at my weakness, and people who know how to empathize with me.

I'm sorry, I'm tired, it doesn't matter if it's on the shelves in the future, this is probably the last time I write a testimonial, if you don't want to say it, then I shouldn't have heard it,

I'm still too arrogant, useless, useless arrogant, and I don't know what I'm going to be hurt to give up that bit of pride.

I have nothing, I have nothing, I only have you, only the words of the pen, if you don't want me, I don't want the words, what else do I have left.

For a long time, the heart does not feel the beating, the pain of paralysis, only sadness.

I don't want you to look at it either, this is the last time, I said it, because of the pain, so I'm going to write warm words, words that people can't help but laugh at when they look at them.

Good night, everyone.

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