After dinner, my mother was busy with housework at home, I went out for a walk with my father, my father never talked to me about too many topics, but today he talked to me a lot, from work to life, from life to the future, so that I didn't know how to pick up his words, only silently listened, listened to listen to me I have entered my own world.

I seriously want to belong to my own tomorrow. Perhaps in this world, there is no one-size-fits-all and perfect choice, and it is impossible to have both spring flowers and autumn moons, and it is impossible to have fruits and flowers at the same time.

Yes, just like the many questions that Dad said and asked today, I suddenly couldn't answer them, and my mood today was terrible.

I have said to myself countless times, to get used to Ling'er's capriciousness, to get used to her whims, to get used to her hot and cold, but ......, I don't know how to express that helpless state of mind, just like my father said, ask her father when he will come back, sit down and talk about it together, and then settle the matter, at this moment I don't know why I feel extremely uncomfortable, compared with my original self, I feel that my current self is so ridiculous, maybe I really have to learn to give up something, in order to get something, This is the mutilation and sorrow of fate, this is life.

A former friend who is also a student said a very good thing, be a person who can think of anything in a bad way, because it is better to be disappointed in advance than to be disappointed suddenly, yes!

In our experience, often many things are because the expectations are too high, resulting in the end our heart can not bear and hurt, such as the promise of the other half, the fulfillment of work, the promise of relatives and friends, many times this is the case, we always think that the final result is beautiful, but often things are as desired.

Maybe when a person has survived all the difficulties, he no longer wants to look for support, everyone is a burden, and only he can change himself.

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