Actually, I didn't really think about it that much at the time...

Otherwise, you won't pay attention to the time, place, and clothing, of course, this doesn't mean anything, but sometimes the consideration is not comprehensive enough, especially when facing emotional problems!

"Well, I.... I'll admit that I didn't think it through, but you should understand that I'm not going to be a two-boat person," Malt said.

If it were a different person, others might not think it was true, but Sponge knew her, and what she said could be trusted.

"I understand, if it were me, Senior Mangni would be both a handsome guy and the first place on the list of top students, and I would not hesitate to choose him," Sponge quipped.

Malt shook her arm.

"Little sponge, you can't think that I chose to be with Senior Mangni because I have so many enviable titles, I won't be such a vulgar person, if I hadn't worked hard, there would be no way to appear next to Senior Mangni" You must know that although that time was heartwarming, there was still too much loneliness.....

"I know, I know, don't worry, I won't tell the outside world about this."

As long as it is something that the sponge promises, it will definitely be done, and there is no need to worry about this.

For sponges, except in front of friends, it seems that most of them have a straight face, and they don't mean to do this, but sometimes their expressions really don't obey the call, and they don't follow the brain's behavior, which is really angry.

Sometimes there is not much feeling about one thing in it, but the face that is flat is always thought by others as if it is angry, and it is a normal thing, but it can always become a mess when it comes to yourself, is it only the fate of God? At first, I didn't believe it, and I wanted to try to change this unrealistic idea, but it always became very sloppy....

Is sloppiness really innate, but why can't we inherit some good factors, but it's not rigorous at all.

Especially on some known specific occasions, I always feel alone, as if there is no one around me who can speak.

When I just moved to another city, I was always very nervous, going out to school alone, and on the way back alone, it seemed that everyone in the school didn't know each other, and even the classmates sitting together didn't talk much, but I just felt that everyone in this class seemed to be quite indifferent, and some people only played with specific people, and there were very few people who even talked to themselves.

I want to share this feeling with others, and I will share it at the beginning, but after a long time, it seems that others don't want to listen to these words anymore, and I am self-aware, and I won't talk about it to others anymore, but the strong desire to go home in my heart has become more serious....

On the surface, he pretends to be kind to everyone, but sometimes his expression is always stiff, like ice cubes frozen in winter, and he can't rub them away with his hands, which is really strange, is it really strange that he did something wrong in his previous life to be punished like this.

I really envy some people who can express their thoughts at will, and can smile at people at will, but the sponge doesn't seem to work, she actually has a little inferiority, since she was a child, she has changed, and a shadow injected into her heart is that she will always stand in the first row, and those girls who are very tall will occasionally stand in the first row, and they still have a feeling of joy, but they will always be a specific person, as if they are always looked at by everyone's strange eyes.

Living in this kind of gaze since childhood, I keep hearing some sarcasm from other people's mouths and the uncertainty of my own heart, I really don't know when I will be able to get rid of such days, I thought that as long as I grew up, I would never encounter such a thing again, yes, no one said this anymore, because it seems that adults will not make such jokes.

But this kind of indifference came suddenly, without consulting anyone, tightly surrounded by himself, and a little breathless.

Clumsy, unable to learn anything, I tried to sit in front of the desk for a day, but nothing was put in my head......

I really envy those smart children, play when it's time to play, and only need a few minutes to be able to put all the knowledge points into their heads when they learn, and they are good students in the mouths of teachers, but what about themselves, they are obviously in front of the desk all day, and they don't speak, they don't move, and they even use up several pen oils, and they don't play well, and they don't learn well, and they don't even have the impression of this person in front of the teacher.

When did you start messing around so badly? Is it all because of the lack of courage when I was a child? But why is it always shrouded in the inner shadows?

The sponge reflects on himself countless times, as if he is in this kind of thought several times a day, that is, the dialogue between himself and his own heart, sometimes it can be untied, sometimes it can't, and it can't be untied like a dead knot, stuck in a corner, not known by anyone.

After all, lying on the bed in a person's room, there are many words that will no longer be said to others as childishly as before, because in the past, people could be said to be stupid, but now if people use such adjectives, it is really good in the heart.

The same is true for malt, at the beginning, there were a lot of new things, I wanted to share them with her, and I chatted a lot during that time, but then I didn't, and I didn't have the desire to share them, and I always felt that all this had been going on for a long time.

But if you could choose again, would you choose to come to this city? At the end of the day, Sponge still likes the familiar atmosphere of the front and back tables in the original city, and even if you don't talk in class, you won't feel embarrassed, and sitting in your seat is a comfortable day.

But life is not always like that, because even if you don't want to escape from your comfort zone, there will be a pair of invisible hands pushing you behind your back, and you have to move forward, because some roads are predestined from the beginning.

Sometimes we should be grateful for the invisible hand pushing behind our backs, which allows us to keep moving forward, but at the same time, it will also bring a lot of pain, because in the face of the fear of the unknown, the heart is a little unbearable after all, and it is still a little lonely to move forward alone.

Sometimes I really want to turn around and squat with those hands and say, "Please, push me lightly, push slowly, okay?" ”

But even if he said such a thing, the hand seemed to be inaudible, and it was still what it should be, and it would not change the direction of his journey because of a word.

Sometimes I feel that living in this world is very boring, living the same life every day, and suffering from different people.

Think about it, forget it, forget it, without that courage, after all, I didn't dare to take that step.

It's really weird.,When I was alive, I didn't think this world was so beautiful.,I'm leaving.,But I'm a little nostalgic.,Isn't this the best thing you can't get.。

In fact, what I don't like the most in school is the kind of sorority party, outdoor activities that everyone needs to participate in, that kind of occasion is really embarrassing, I don't know where to put my hands, I like to wear long-sleeved clothes the most, so that my fingers are tight inside, I won't be seen, and my expression will be slightly more natural.

I don't know why some people like that kind of sorority, as if the extroverted personality was born specifically for that kind of sorority, some people say that in fact, the world is forcing all introverted people to develop an extroverted personality.

But some people don't want to speak, is it the right thing to let him do what he doesn't want to do?

But those invisible hands seem to be always forcing themselves to try the so-called extroverted activities constantly, at the beginning with full expectations, thinking that as long as they work hard, they can break through themselves, for their original expectations, but in the end they often return sad, not getting any gains at all, but let themselves fall into infinite thinking again......

Sponge sometimes wonders, what is the meaning of their existence in this world, just to make up the number of people, but there are so many people in the world, it seems that there are not many of themselves, don't they all say that people's fate is predestined by God, is it that some people are destined to live a life of inaction?

We try our best to live, but the ending is the same, some people are timid, they don't know what role they play in life, some people hide by the bed and cry secretly, and the pillow is already half wet......

Originally, we were at the same age as flowers, but instead of enjoying the beauty of adolescence, we were entangled in a lot of trivial things, which made us think about what the meaning of existence was again and again, and in the end we couldn't get any conclusions.

If there is really an exclusive position tailored for yourself in this world, then how good it should be, so that you don't have to wronged yourself, and catering to others doesn't have to just use the knowledge you are not good at to figure out in different fields.

It is true that some people have spent a lot of effort to climb to the highest peak of human beings, but some people give up halfway, she can no longer bear the pain, slowly, she gives up many people, and there are fewer and fewer people who can really climb to the top of the mountain.

But most of us are very vulgar, there are really few who can have such high-end ideas, we work hard to live, but we all live like most people.

It was a very painful time for Sponge, and only I knew what it meant to me.

Now I finally come back, but my mood is completely different from before I left, even if I am laughing with my friends on the surface, but many things have quietly changed, and some things are in the past, and they will never come back.

She doesn't seem to have the light in the eyes of her peers, in another strange city, going to and from school alone, coming back to make dinner by herself, and not seeing her family for a few days, that kind of loneliness is really incomprehensible.

And she is not a very good cook, she eats bread and drinks milk in the morning, cooks some hanging noodles in the evening, puts some soy sauce vinegar and Lao Gan Ma, and does so for almost a year.

At first, the taste of the old godmother was acceptable, but in the end, she couldn't taste anything.