I wanted to do something to get rid of the anger in my heart at this moment, and there was no reason for the sudden emotion to make me want to destroy all the transparent objects around me. No one understands, no need to understand, how many times the accumulated emotions are just trying to vent fiercely.

The sun is good, the shadows are stretched, and the hair is messy and bulging places can be illuminated, which is very annoying, and even the children who go to school can't get rid of this badness.

The couple holding hands and smiling on the street made me want to go up and kick the man away, and pull the woman forward, I don't know where I want to run.

This street is like an island, an island. Because all I could feel was loneliness, my skin was soaked by the sun, but I still felt that my heart was cold and frozen.

Hang Erlang walked forward locally, handsome, cool, but he looked like a hooligan, in fact, it was not bad, the hooligan also lived with dignity, and whoever dared to provoke would dare to let him see blood. It's the only way I can hide my sadness in disguise.

Family, love, career, everything that revolves around survival feels like it's hovering at the bottom of the bottom line, meaningless. Should youth be so slim? How can you break this damn balance.

It's ironic, it's ironic to think about your own life. I couldn't see the road to tomorrow, and I was ruthlessly covered by a thick white fog, and when I looked back, I found that the darkness formed by the cracks was shattering the afterimage that was passing quickly, and then devouring it mercilessly, leaving me no choice. The helplessness and pain in my heart are almost out of breath, this feeling should only be there when I am still breathing, I am just in my early twenties, what is wrong?

TV reports are a constant reminder that the world is full of love. It's just that who can give me a little bit of love, so that I can also taste it, it is sweet? Is it bitter? Is it sour? Is it spicy? I also want to know what it tastes like.

Don't try to tell me any more truths, because I know that all truths are fiction.

Spinning, spinning in the middle of the crossroads, are the onlookers envious of me? Do you know that I'm helping the driver's eyesight? I want my heart to beat faster, you know? The feeling of vertigo can make me soar into the sky, and I can't tell where I am. I'm still young, so I don't have to worry about going into shock and dying after passing out, just treat me as a psychopath.

If someone else wants to laugh, let him laugh. It's already very worthy of him for not letting him cry, so why not lose yourself.

This kind of atmosphere, creating this eye-catching atmosphere is to try to change the boring atmosphere in the heart. So it doesn't matter if I go out and take medicine.

I forgot who said that the world is a stage, and there is really no need to remember that in the eyes of others, I am just a piece of gravel. So there's nothing wrong with me doing what I want on stage, right? People are celebrities, I'm a bunch, no, it's better than a bunch of lese.

The older you are, the greater the responsibility. But we will also find that what we see with the naked eye is not everything, and there are all kinds of dirty transactions hidden under our noses.

Failure and standing up should have been the last correspondence of fame and fortune, why hundreds of millions of people were finally submerged in the crowd, and finally turned into a pile of incorruptible bones.

Do you still believe that failure is the mother of success? Everything is finally due to the expansion of desire, and there is no end in sight, comparable to ascending to the emperor in the Three Kingdoms era. Do you have to keep not understanding? Pretend to understand? Finally, do you want to cover your ears and steal the bell?

Not all reasons need to be explained clearly in the end, how fair the world is, you can disappear into the sea of people when you turn around, what are you?

Those rich people who have no worries about food and clothing, don't think about how strong the extravagant hopes for the future are in the hearts of the people hovering at the bottom of the edge, yes, from the beginning of hope, to the despair later, and then to the final extravagant hope, where can the complex emotions be described in such a seemingly noble but vulgar sentence.

I once believed that I could think of eternity with my fingers how has changed, why did I think that the happiest thing in the world has finally become so false, how should I be good?

Lips and teeth want to move for a moment, what else do you want to say? I'm listening carefully. Why is it that the words are not spoken to the lips? Did you swallow it hard? Why don't you feel choked? Spit it out! I'm waiting to hear it! Do you still want to be in control? Just prepare to be out in advance.

Even the last goodbye had to be spent for a long time, and all the faults had to be blamed on me alone, and I let myself get out of the way, without the burden of investing in the next emotion.

I know, I understand the meaning of the word selfishness, because I remember a friend who said to me that he didn't know what to like about her, so I didn't want to leave her. I also knew that she hated me so much that she didn't want to eat dinner again, but she had to do it until today because of something. This feeling is like a grain of rice stuck in the throat, you can't swallow it in a second, you have to struggle to enjoy it for three seconds, you can't cough it out and make a fool of yourself in public. It's selfish, yes, otherwise the word selfish has no meaning.

But you're different, there's too many lies in your blame, you know I hate lies the most, and you know that no one can hide your edge, after all, it's based on prosperous lies. This seemingly simple accident is interspersed with many deliberate rehearsals behind it. I'm not that good, and I don't even need to explain it anymore.

Just don't be too happy, don't think your lies will make me feel uneasy, but it's not. I'll pretend to enjoy it and then get the perfect fatal blow in your back. Yes, it will definitely make you regret it, and it will make you remember me fiercely for the rest of your life. of love.

My friends persuaded me to let go, my family persuaded me to let go, and everyone advised me to let go, but I don't know how long you mean by letting go.

In fact, how long can it take, ten years to subvert the face, and then I still love a name, or a woman who can't be recognized when we meet. Don't say I'm realistic, that's reality.

You don't need to ask me what I want, I just want to take my destiny into my own hands. I know it's hard, but I don't want to be unhappy for the rest of my life.

I also want to know what trust is? Perhaps, perhaps, self-deception is the most beautiful trust.

Back to life.

The boss in the office who is so rich that his face is oily, and he can't hide it with a pack of pumping paper, and every time he looks at me a few seconds late, he wants to vent his temper for a long time, and when he sees those girls with good figures, he is a few minutes late, and his eyes are squinting, which makes me feel like those girls are like giving birth to your own mother.

If it weren't for the sake of living, in order to make money, I would have wanted to take off this skin on my body and slam it on his face. Is it for life? To make money? That's just enough money to buy a few clothes, get together a few times, give a birthday present to a friend, and then end up with nothing.

What is the meaning of living like this, I don't know. Is it wasting the precious air that has not yet been invaded by the haze, squandering the last useless youth of just two years? Really, I don't know.

Even the traffic police, who we think are the most upright, have to avoid three points when they see a luxury car, for fear of getting into trouble. When I see a low-level brand vehicle like ours, I have to talk to you for two minutes if I don't even look happy with the white line.

I also remembered a funny thing, there were two people pushing a cart to sell egg scones at the entrance of the community, one was an old couple over 70 years old, and the other was a young man in his twenties who was not married.

At the same price, the pancakes sold by the old couple are not as large as half of the young guy's, so you don't have to think about it to know that the guy's business is obviously better than the old couple. The old couple couldn't stand it anymore, so they actually resorted to a vicious trick, brought a needle from home, and punctured the tire of the guy's car while the guy was delivering pancakes to the floor.

Think that's the end of it? No, the guy didn't think much about it after one accident, and directly found a place to mend the tires and mended the tires. After a few days, he was stabbed again, but the guy still didn't think much about it, and went to make up for it again. Even more dramatic was the third time.

Even the master of the tire repair said that it was done on purpose, and the size of the hole was basically the same. The young man didn't speak, and the next day he pushed the car more than 20 meters away from the old couple. posted pictures and evidence in the circle of friends and complained about it, and some people commented below that they saw the old man pricking the tire with a needle.

I was thinking, it's almost in the ground, is it almost that much money? Can't you accumulate some virtue? Thanks to an honest guy they met, if they met someone with a bigger temper, they would go over and kick their car directly. What can the police do, and the police still indiscriminately scare the verdict? Even if you follow the legal process, the young man is fined, which will only make onlookers feel disgusting to the old couple.

The human heart really never distinguishes between ages, and there is a kind of viciousness that is in the bones, and it can't be changed the day before death.

I still remember that in the 00s, maybe the security was not as good as it is now, and once I went to the mall to buy something, and I parked my bicycle in the parking lot at the back of the mall. When he came out, he witnessed a dramatic scene.

The chengguan kicked down hundreds of neatly parked bicycles one after another as if playing acrobatics. The passers-by next to him all looked at each other with a stunned expression, and the city management laughed when they looked at each other, and they felt a sense of accomplishment. No one dared to step forward to speak, and when the city guards were tired of kicking, laughing enough, leaving a dashing back and leaving, several onlookers hurriedly stepped forward to help their bicycles up, pushed them up and turned around and left. I stared at what had happened in less than three minutes with wide eyes and exclaimed, "Wow, this is the legendary underworld!" So awesome. ”

Subvert my perception of urban management, the world that no one cares about. No one cares, and the people who can manage this shouldn't slap themselves in the face.

Maybe what I saw at the time was just the most ordinary scene in the perception of many adults, and if I left it to everyone to comment, I am afraid that everyone can say three or four things, and a thousand people will not repeat things.

Too much. Unfair, weird, deceitful, unreasonable, things happen every day. With so many laws and so many policemen, can you treat them fairly without distinguishing between them, six, nine, etc.? At that time, even the lowest level of the street dared to be unscrupulous in front of everyone's eyes, and it was conceivable that the upper class of the first level was suppressed at the first level.

And society always seems to joke with us, and every day we use some other people's sad things to attract attention and make people amused.

XX and XX were pregnant unmarried before they were eighteen years old, showing the simplicity of two ordinary children in the public eye. Even two elementary school students went to open a room, and they were finally taken away by the police, and they didn't let go, and they made a big report, because they were afraid that the crowd around the elementary school students would not know? Do you think that the adult face is very glorious after the report? Or did your family never teach you what politeness is?

It's not that they're stupid, they're innocent too. Society is smeared black by vat of dye, and they are simply adapting to the times.

When we were young, we all found sex tempting, and when we were in a relationship with a girl, we wanted to possess her. Of course, that's part of love, and part of desire. When you grow up, you feel that you have played with several women, you are proud, and you have the capital to brag about it. Actually, I don't know that those women also played with several men. Don't think of women as cowardly, when you really want to play with you, I guess you really don't even know how to do it all.

There was a time when a close friend complained to me that he had two girlfriends at the same time, but it always felt like one of the girls was secretly fooling other men behind his back. He was also very angry and blamed people for not having any feelings for him.

I thought it was very funny after listening to it, you have heard of chickens, haven't you heard of ducks? Who says that women should be good to you wholeheartedly? Men have desires for women, shouldn't women have desires for men? Look at the current mainland stars, which of the hottest ones fried every day is not the most popular little fresh meat, and how many female fans want to press them on the bed in private. Don't think that lust is just a man's specialty, women are no worse than you when they are ruthless.

As you can see, as you think, all of this is happening with fairness and unfairness.

I don't know if you sometimes feel that the city you live in really seems a bit ridiculous, and reversing right and wrong is so easy for many people.

Does it mean that this is the rule of maintaining order, what is the difference between it and the first level of ruthless suppression and fighting by jackals, tigers and leopards in the forest?

All news sections are hyped and transparent, and all we can see is deliberately arranged, what is piled up with traffic behind them? What is it that uses the background layer by layer to suppress the moment when "it shouldn't appear"? As ordinary people, even if we understand some of them, we can only pretend to be deaf and dumb and be a melon-eating crowd.

In the society we live in now, if we can float in the air and watch, we will find that there are loopholes everywhere, and some of them can still exist openly. The Internet era has indeed made some forces obviously restricted, but the open guns are hidden, and the dark fire always continues to burn behind them. When the wind comes, it stirs up unscrupulously and as much as it wants, as if it never ends.

What's wrong with the world? I'd love to ask. Ask the so-called leaders, ask the so-called politicians, ask the people who can decide all the rights. There is so much helplessness being suppressed, and many people are unhappy, wandering on the side of the road, with no choice.

Did they ever know what a terrible thing it is to not be able to control their fate? Being commanded to the left and right by others is a game that doesn't even refute. How much unfairness seems to be inadvertently brought up, and the decision behind it has indeed been premeditated and decided for a long time.

Anyway, without their fall, how can others come back to sit on the chairs they have sat on, of course they will not let themselves fall a little bit, then give benefits from one level to another, modern society is so simple to give gifts, you don't need to go out.

God, where am I going to do this, I'm just a small character, who is qualified to ask about this.

It's enough for ordinary people to live a good life for ordinary people, and if you manage too much, you will only get into trouble, although this is the era of self-media, but they will definitely not be stupid to pick a few into the fire pit.

We are all too humble, tossing and turning in our own small world. The two sides covered by light distinguish the originally red heart into two colors.

There is always a small thing that will hinder the even pace of growth, what to do to make the slow pace become consistent, the answer will be forgotten after looking for too long.

Believe it or not, everything around me is likely to break at any time, and there is no warning, and from the moment the fireworks rise to the stars explode, I begin to believe it.

The soul seems to become vicissitudes as the body ages, but why this is the case is completely two separate objects.

The soul grows without concept, it can be forever young, from beginning to end. And what is really old is the concept that we can't get rid of, the tradition that we dare not break because we have always relied on the world and society.

In this case, open your heart and follow your feelings, there is so much right and wrong. Everyone will make mistakes, but some people can turn mistakes into truth, and some people can only stint for 10,000 years. What if you choose to leave a stench for 10,000 years? Isn't it all said that it is a wrong step and a wrong step? How completely wrong it is, how can it be explained in words.

It's a dead end to go down this road, but I want to go. Otherwise, it will be a dead end now, and what if you die a little later. Be casual, be casual, and you won't get hurt. If it goes on like this, it's just getting used to it, and the habit will slowly become heartless and not afraid of injury.

I still don't know what can stabilize the ups and downs of the floating heart, and when it comes to the water, I will let everything go back to the beginning, that girl, do you know that what I have done for you is everything I have done for you for two years? In fact, it doesn't matter, what will not change in the end will be short-lived.

Now he is still alone, still has nothing to rely on, as if only the faith that refuses to give up lightly is isolated on the capsized boat and refuses to give in.

Some of the things that happened that I escaped a long time ago were still staged as scheduled at the point in time, as if the protagonist was not me, I was just witnessing the plot happening, and I couldn't afford to slow down a bit.

What's going on, it's been a while, and the time period that can't be left behind affects the future, is it worth it? Everyone knows that this is not my style of doing things, and it has disappointed many people around me.

I have forgotten how many times I have walked in the underground train corridor of Shijiazhuang Station to the ground, it is less than a kilometer away, and every time I think about something different. I don't think I'm mature, I'm realistic.

There is no stranger's words that can convince me that, even if it were true, I know that such a person would not easily appear in front of me with good intentions.

I have also been deceived, and when I first went to Beijing, I met a wine trust on the Internet, and now I think that the value of red wine is less than 100 yuan for 5,000 yuan. When I just graduated, I didn't even have the awareness to call the police, but was it useful to call the police? I'm not sure at the moment.

At that time, I was very disappointed, how could it be so, so cold, this society still happened in the big city of Beijing. Does growth have to be a sign of deception? I don't understand.

I feel glad that I was naïve, and I understand the incomprehension at the time, and the price is bearable. Let's put it bluntly, if you want to mature yourself, you should let all the weaknesses disappear and turn all reason into reason. This metropolis is like this, in order to earn money to survive, you lie to me, I lie to you, there is nothing wrong with it.

You see I have nothing now, but why is there still a person living in my head? Do you have to have amnesia to forget? How to lose memory, is it to end life? So please don't remind me to forget, like never thought of remembering her beauty. Hey? How do I know she's beautiful? Some emotions can't tell the meaning of their existence with time, that is, after a long time, they suddenly remember it, and suddenly forget it.

I watched myself pour a glass of whiskey into my mouth.

I wanted to struggle, I wanted to get drunk, and I lost myself like that.

I make a wish, I can't finish drinking.

The desire to be paralyzed by alcohol stays permanently.