One day I'll understand what I'm doing all the hell I'm trying to do at the moment, even if it's a crazy and unreasonable teenager in other people's mouths.

Leaving no stone unturned, the right to freedom of choice given to me by youth is like the most ridiculous hypnosis of others, perhaps all this is an illusion caused by my inability to make a clear choice, because it is an illusion, so I don't have to worry about anything.

Sometimes I reflect on whether I am right or wrong at the moment, and I know that it is wrong, but I can't stop or go back.

There is blood type B flowing in the body, and it is said on the Internet that as you get older, you will gradually be divided into two tendencies: outspoken and unsociable, and I show the latter vividly.

These days I have been in a negative state and can't get out, drinking alcohol is bad for my health, and I have always been obsessed with it because it can point me in the direction of no longer being painful.

The mask of hypocrisy is shown to my colleagues, because I still have to beg for food, empty everything, I just want to dance, no music, no audience.

Throw off the shackles and ignore the truth. Space is not blue, the Earth is not rotating, and we are not real.

The spotlight pursues and illuminates the so-called upper class in the dark night, in order to prove to the majority that they are noble and do not leave a tail.

Blinking her eyes, picking up a knife and fork to look ladylike, her face sculpted by fine makeup without flaws, the most beautiful dream is reality.

The crow is mocking the black and white world with its sharp beak, sucking the decay down to its throat and spitting it out in the starry sky without moonlight.

Lies need a bit of freshness to turn grievances into the source of rightness, and the perfect plot is so smooth that the professor of Peking University can't see any clues.

Who is behind the scenes to control a huge reality show, so that the frowning people continue to wander blindly with their eyes open, waiting to be dissected after death.

How many politicians have long seen through all this hypocrisy, but they can't say it in their hearts, and continue to discount their smiles again and again.

Tears are intoxicating, I don't know if the other party has already cheated, the colder it is, the more I want to surround the lost person, and the tenderness that was deliberately left when I turned around is to escape the sin of upset.

Every day is April Fool's Day, and the distance between people has long been replaced by technology, and even the sound can be imitated, not to mention the tricks planned by the team for you step by step.

Have you ever heard that everyone's soul is gray, only by hiding can we not leak out, who is breaking whose trust and emotions a little bit, and finally releasing all the protective cells, and being a person whose blood is still flowing.

We say goodbye to different characters every day, and how many emotions are hidden in our hearts that cannot be expressed in these two words, and finally let time blur the appearance and become unrecognizable.

Life needs different embellishments to live colorfully, instead of anxiously waiting for rain in the desert, don't always expect others to make you feel better, but arm yourself to no longer get hurt easily.

Something that has already been embroidered may bring a richer experience than a diamond sparkling crown, and I forgot who told me that pleasing others is the beginning of self-sin.

How bad it can be, it won't be written on the top of the head, how good it can be, it will never be praised, and it is no longer the era when you picked up a penny and gave it to the police uncle.

Troubles and sorrows are nothing after the passage of time, and when you are brought into the abyss again, you still can't walk towards the light properly, and you may not be able to wake up again when you wake up, or you will simply close your eyes and never wake up again.

Do you suddenly want to go to a place and feel like something is calling you through sound waves, just like many times you feel that what happened at this moment has been experienced in a certain time and space?

Before closing my eyes and falling into the deep sea, my thoughts should be empty, and I can't describe despair, and I can't think of what words to use to properly speak, but I just think that this society should not always make many people helpless.

There are no angels, there are no demons, these are all deceitful children, one day these fairy tales will be known, until then, if there is a choice, I want the demons to be their guardians, because too many times angels are blinded by superficial goodness.

Some people are born without pretense, everything is written on their faces, maybe these people also hate this, so they keep trying to perfect themselves by bringing the skin cut from other people's faces by their own hands, this is not a mistake, but looking for the right choice in the wrong.

After blurring the naked eye, it was discovered that there were too many unknown creatures writhing in the air, perhaps just a form of vision, or perhaps they were waiting for an opportunity to break the shackles and meet us.

The collapsed wall is not destroyed with the pace of history, but without a trace of defense and shelter from the wind and rain, just like the farmer in the textbook who saved the snake and was bitten to death, it is just an abstract description, abstract is the kindness that was caught off guard, and describes the history that has happened.

Is it only when life is threatened that you will find out that there is nothing that cannot be betrayed, and those who cannot be betrayed have long been thrown out of the cognition.

The evaporated hope is praying for extravagance to come, this is the last trace of hope for the dawn before the complete fall, the stay has become a static rhythm, there is no freedom to advance, the dust is like haze, no, it should be said that it is more terrible than the haze, the fragmented faith is gradually scattered on the ground, fantasizing that it can blossom, maybe it can be easier to live in the face of loss.

How can we do it, piecing together the dreams of childhood again, is it really possible to reverse the flow of the crowd in the future, so that those disappointed will not live in vain in the end, and regress to shake hands with the unconscious brain, instead of always trying to escape desperately.

Take off the arrogant coat, only when you treat yourself naked in the mirror, you will not have troubles, those waves that are constantly disintegrating the bottom line are always so turbulent, I am afraid that one day in the future the embankment will be washed down, how to escape, in order to bury the scars all over the body.

How small, quiet down and can hear your own heartbeat, young should be reckless to run, firmly believe that falling will not hurt the slightest bit of progress, pride also needs to rely on, to defend all this is not easy to get.

The crowd that is always hidden behind them also needs to smile head-on, and if they can get applause and hugs, let them know that the effort will not end in vain.

The corners of his eyes are tilted, and he has long been unable to see the original sin he has committed, but he has been sewn through a lot of invisible knots by needles and threads, drifting in his fate and refusing to give in, thinking that he is right is right, what is evidence, no one can force time and space to bow his head, and let death ruthlessly dissolve everything in the misunderstanding that no longer needs to be solved.

There are a lot of seemingly perfect encounters, there is no trace of it that can be arranged in the details, and in the end, please don't complain about how heartbreaking the whole process is, everything is a scam, and if you take the deliberate molding seriously, how terrible it is, after all, we live in it every day.

Reason is arguing, because of the melody that hits the tears, the mind is withdrawn from it, the left brain and the right brain are arguing about where the composer got his inspiration, how frightening the ups and downs are in the dialogue, what exactly is he going through, he wanders in the night every day looking for an understanding of life, I can imagine him spitting out those words and washing his face with tears and exhaustion, even breathing is short, to force my defense to surrender, I am going to surrender, take a deep breath and see through all the mirrors of the future.

At any time, you must raise your guard behind you, afraid that someone will follow you in the space without jet lag, like Mission Impossible, not to say how wonderful it is, hold your breath and hear the laughter constantly remembering, there is no ghost in your heart, but there are demons in your heart to follow at any time, ready to detain the shadow after the trampled dawn.

What is the truth that you can never remember the outline of your deepest love, even if you have touched and kissed thousands of times and let reason keep arguing? It's not like making up the illusion of letting people think about it, or overly selfishly expecting her to be with her all the time, yes, it's a small character with no sense of security.

The mirror image of the drunken wandering in the corner of the street, is it awake, is it asleep, or deviates from the two rippling in multiple visions, I don't know, when, trying to open my eyes wide and steady my legs to compare the anger in my heart, in the night, not black and white, quickly talk about the soul I took out to catch back, don't be casual, don't fall, in the early morning when there is not much left to break.

Desire doesn't feel like a battle that countless people are tired of playing, and the experience is that you should never make it transparent easily, and hide in the crowd of people in the city like a fugitive, and try not to let third parties know the secret until it swells up enough to fit the world.

Someone asked me if I dared to put aside all my past experiences and fight the eagle and the gopher mole in this bustling city, swooping down to the ground while drawing everything in my sight, and I said that he was dreaming, and he said that the scene in the dream mirror was played out like this.

Preview how greedy love is on the side, in fact, how unbearable it can be, you should continue to be selfish, after all, there is always one aspect that will continue to be repaid, which is fair, and it is not too much to suffocate love, in the final analysis, it is just like a dish, you will get tired of eating, and you will get tired of eating early to taste another long-awaited dish, whether it is more enjoyable to enjoy life.

Those secretly surging greed are about to move, waiting for an opportunity, if you want to rush out of the water like a dragon, you can't see it at the moment, and you can't imagine what it will be like when you say it, if there is saliva flowing behind the stroke, will there be no trace of chill, greed is a locked switchblade is held in the hands of the wicked, and it will be bladed at any time, giving the other party a fatal blow and hurting yourself at the same time.

Lose in exchange for get, will you be happy, cold and warm only know yourself, you can't seek the ideal perfection, very contradictory, too much expectation in exchange for may not be transcendence, it is inevitable to feel unfair, don't wait until the day when consciousness is replaced by demand.

If you can easily hide your joys, sorrows, and sorrows, fold these into different levels of colors, collect them, collect them, and when you need them, quietly take them out, and cooperate with the plot that will happen in the next second, is this the best way to complete life bits and pieces?

Time has taken away a lot of confusion, and I can't get the answer, but these don't seem to be anything for a long life, and I will forget it slowly, and I will be dementia without deliberate amnesia, and what we don't let go of at the moment is nothing in the end.

There is an imprint on the second joint of my middle finger, I have forgotten when it was formed because of what, and I usually don't remember it, I will have a little temper when I first see it, why it didn't heal at the beginning, and now it seems to be used to it, I think it's pretty cool, and there is no way to change the fact that it has happened, so I can only change a better idea to treat it peacefully.

I no longer want to wrap reason tightly in my arms, it's too cold, so what about sensibility? I haven't tried it yet, and my friend said that he left no room for wronging himself in a protective shell and treating himself with repeated insomnia, and I asked what would insomnia feel like? Will a person with a cold heart like me get used to it? Will it still be discarded in the end?

Leaving no stone unturned is because you are afraid that you will regret it one day in the future, and this passage is a bit like a sick sentence, because if you don't want to be too perfect, you will live comfortably every day, and it may not be a good thing to have an accident to break everything.

I can't say too much comfort, I feel that grievances don't necessarily need comfort, and what I show is that I am learning to pass on happiness to the other party in the first time, instead of wiping the tears left behind, and then letting the other party continue to shed tears.

Diamonds and pearls, and keys, this is asking the girl for pre-wedding pleasure, property and house, and sports car, this is the girl's spurning after you cheat, if you want to find a sense of fairness from this world, you should go to elementary school, etc., who teaches the lies of kindergarten children? It should be a consolation before it is not debunked.

From the moment the heart is locked, everything has become a battle without temperature, there are always winners and losers, as long as you break the rules, you are not a loser, as long as you don't back down, I will push you off the cliff.

What is honor, a pile of things that you won't move forward if you don't throw them in the trash, diamonds are polished by a little bit of seamlessness, and if there is only one side of perfection, then it is not enough to emerge from the world for people to see.

Speaking duplicity without distraction, rhyming with a deep voice to show truth, hesitation is an innate weakness, and you should always find a way to break it to make yourself more perfect.

Illusion and illusion are like a snake writhing its body, seemingly harmless, but waiting for a chance to kill its target, it is not in a hurry, on the contrary, it is relaxed, it is sure that nothing can be stronger than itself.

All of a sudden, my mind went blank, my consciousness began to blur and I couldn't fully concentrate, all this happened from the transition of the two scenes, I don't know if it was because of excessive fatigue, I was still resting at home in the morning.

A sense of fear arose, whether it would be that one day in the future I would really not be able to control my main consciousness, like a thick fog that could not be put together, how terrible it would be.

The existence of roses always seems to have mixed reviews, I wonder if it is because its name is known and promoted to the world, the flower language can express all the words to prove something, and if it can speak, how does it want to express these expressions?

Too many things, have been seen too crookedly, right and wrong no longer matter, knowing what is insincere, what is delusional, has become deformed three-dimensional, has nothing to do with cognition.

Try to keep your distance from love as much as possible, but you can't say that it doesn't matter to loneliness, there is no pure relationship, after all, the lingering of carnal desire is a way to warm up friendship to the extreme.

I said the word "" with my female friends on the Internet, and now what is it in life, even if I get married, I can come secretly, there are no taboos, and human nature can be worth a few dollars.

I have prayed many times in front of the sky, but as time passed, none of them came true, and it turned out that there was nothing to look forward to except believing in myself, and once I had hoped for a long time, it would be a disease that would be difficult to cure.

After hanging out with many hated people for a long time, you will find that hate is a kind of rejection, and rejection is a habit, and this habit is later separated, and you will not want to miss it at all.

Loyalty shouldn't be a matter of course, when it's betrayed, it's much faster to be destroyed than trust, is it because of pay, if you say that you don't want to repay what you pay now, I really admire you.

Listening to the end of a melody before extracting the emotion, it would seem pitiful to say that there are too many secrets hidden in my heart that are not far away, and secrets should not be hidden.

The eyes that were constantly kneaded by the hands and turned red, it was a rainy day that was easy to camouflage without an umbrella, the air was no longer silent, colorless and speechless, and there was an astringent smell everywhere, and the concerned eyes cast next to him expressed gratitude with a reluctant smile, and the memory kept hovering in mid-air, asking himself when he would be able to completely forgive the second pass, in the name of no longer trusting.

If my work can be affirmed, it should not be how good I write, but that you also have a trace of helpless pity and hatred for this society, but please don't worry, we are all the same, and there should be a firm determination to defend desperately.