After a glass of spirits, I want to write something, as for what I want to write, I don't even know myself, the weekend that really belongs to a person is over, and it can't be simpler, as if it has passed in the blink of an eye, and I don't think about it, I want to do what I want to do, I don't have to pay attention to a lot, in fact, thinking about it is not regarded as a comfort.

It's just that I don't know why, the relationship with my parents has not been very good, there is no common language, and I don't want to pay attention to even when they talk to me, and I don't know what's wrong with me, maybe another hurdle in my heart hasn't passed, and Ling'er broke up This matter is expected, it's nothing, it's just that my mother and I are clear in our hearts, I don't want to say it, I hope not to be more serious with myself, get rid of this emotion as soon as possible, I have to learn to vent, hollow out my sadness, don't expect sympathy from others, don't rely on others to comfort, No matter how much you say, it's better to let go of it yourself, but this problem that has been buried in my heart for more than ten years I am afraid that it will hurt their hearts when I say it, and if I don't say it, I feel that there will be a kind of estrangement with them in the future, it is not painful or itchy, but it hurts very much.

Let's get out of this situation as soon as possible! After all, I'm about to start decorating the house, and I say it so desperately, but they are still for me, and I can't hurt their hearts too much, let's settle down with the flow of time.

Look at the passing years like water, the past can not be chased, I hope I can be very busy every day in the future, do what I like to do, less why bother at the beginning, more secretly happy, I hope all the tears in the future are tears of joy, some roads, go down, will be very tired, but do not go, I am afraid that I will regret it, there is no right or wrong in life, only the persistence after the choice, the passing time, the scenery that retreats, the people I meet, after all, it is necessary to gradually drift away, not confused in the heart, not trapped in love, not afraid of the future and not in love with the past, grasp the present, and create the future, May there be no time to look back, and a glass of wine to the past.

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