The night, so long that I could wake up at dawn, and it was good, I was alive and not dead in a dream.

My life is very simple, waking up and waiting for dark, waking up, waiting for dark.

I'm not going to go into a loop, I need to change because the holidays are coming to an end. Yes, the holidays are spent unconsciously, and when I look back, I realize that the holidays are far away from me, and I have done nothing and left nothing during the holidays. When the time comes, he just comes to school with a tired shell and lives like a walking corpse, and so on every day.

The rule is that every time I feel about life, someone will always disturb me, no, Brother Ringo came back with his suitcase.

"Yo, strange, I haven't seen you wake up so early, what, knowing that I'm coming back today, you got up early to greet me, then I'm also moved to death, haha, you kid."

"Brother Lin, don't be complacent too early, in fact, I just woke up early today."

"Yes, count me as self-inflicted."

After Brother Lin came back, I was not so lonely, at least there was someone who could speak, even if I kept saying that Xi likes loneliness, it was only because I was used to loneliness, so loneliness was not a big deal.

After eating out with Brother Ringo in the evening, I came home early, ready to pack my things, and it was almost time for the "prison open day". I don't want to be late for the first day. When I packed all kinds of necessities, I found that there was enough time, so what am I doing now, take advantage of the last time to say goodbye to friends in the online world, thinking of this, I skillfully turned on the computer and logged in to QQ.

First of all, I subconsciously looked at Qi Gege, she was online, in fact, I still wanted to talk to her, I was very willing to chat with her, but that happened, it is estimated that there is no such possibility, I stared at QQ in a daze. After that, I was stupid, I was actually looking through the chat history with Qi Gege. Is there a mistake, Chen Yitian, how boring are you, you want to check the chat history to kill this good time, yes, what's wrong with me, obviously I refused, but now I'm starting to be nostalgic, what is this called?

Every time in the dead of night, I feel sad, the heart of the arrogant is fragile, I feel, I am so lonely, but the sincerity is no longer there, the sincerity is no longer counted, you are like a mountain in front of me, but you will never give me a chance to step over. Oh, my God. In this dark night. Can you listen to me. On this rainy night. Can you help me. Ah, man. What are you thinking? What do you think. What is needed. Already feeling confused that no one is suggesting. Is it really necessary for someone else to impose some harm? Wake up, people. Feeling so lonely. When will you find food that seems to satisfy your hunger? Can you help me. Tear open the mask of thought. At midnight. A landscape is missing. Also leaning over confused and having nowhere to confide. Ah, man. Will the soul succumb to fate?

I often sigh, but I have never had this kind of emotion, or because of a person in the Internet, my sense of loss is getting stronger and stronger, why I am afraid that after this time, I will not have the opportunity to meet her, even if she is an Internet person. Is she so important, I don't know if it's important or not, what I do know is that I'm panicked and afraid of losing, but does she belong to me? Why should I be afraid of losing, no, why would I think of the word loss? Have I subconsciously acknowledged her place? Before she appeared, my emotional world was almost blank, so many people came and went, and there were few left. But I believe that unexpected love is perfect.

I know I've fallen into the dust.