No girlfriend.

Ex-girlfriend.

once said that he would never break up.

Who hasn't had a hangover, everything in the pupils becomes unreal, as if floating in the universe, losing the center point, and the only thing to do is to simplify everything in front of them.

There may also be the idea of lying in a big bed and falling asleep immediately, but once you do, what is the point of getting drunk? I've been asking myself this question all the time, and I've never been able to find the answer.

The sound of the clattering in the pocket came from the pills, and I felt that I had recently eaten it due to kidney deficiency, and it was dozens of pills at a time, and the ceiling illuminated by the colorful lights was rotating, should I eat it again at this moment? If you drink alcohol, if you eat it, you won't end up with the lower half of your body.

Wait, is there any need to eat it? If there were, I wouldn't be present at the clubhouse at the moment, but would be in bed with her to verify whether the pill had any effect.

Once again, the hourglass at the bar completed its task, but was spun by the waiter again, and for this reason, it was forced to continue moving, tired, but fearless, and kept falling downward, and the whirlpool formed on the way was the meaning of its existence.

There was no memory of her at the moment, I could feel my memory being devoured little by little by the Naegler fowleri amoeba, and I didn't feel the pain because of alcohol, which was the best anesthetic, and I wasn't completely paralyzed, so I could see it chewing and shaking its head and complaining about this person's past was disgusting.

Picked up a cigarette from the table, the *** next to me quickly took out the lighter to light it, reached into my shirt with his left hand and stroked it, trying to inhale the whole cigarette into his lungs in one breath, less than a third, the eye circles that were gently spit out deliberately went up, blurring all the sight that could be touched, and losing focus.

I took her hand off and stroked the milky white underwear she was wearing, smiled wryly, withdrew my arms, closed my eyes, and tapped my fingers on the upper side of my knees slowly and rhythmically.

was hung aside, and scolded secretly in his mouth: "What is pretending to be high, it is clear that it is a wolf in sheep's clothing, hypocrisy." ”

The stuffy atmosphere in the room takes a man's desire for a woman to the extreme.

It may be because of this that there is a steady stream of money to fill the inflating desires.

said goodbye to his friend, opened the door and walked out in his friend's incomprehensible eyes.

I saw *** exchanging glances.

I saw that the table in the private room was full of champagne.

I saw women kissing and caressing each other.

I saw that the boss had a fat belly full of money.

I saw someone finish spitting up and wiped their mouths and continued to pretend.

What I see is something that can be put on the water. What I can't see, it's happening.

Walking out of the clubhouse door, I took a deep breath, then walked briskly to the inside of a Ferrari and threw up, my stomach was sour, as if it was still rolling and protesting, trying to vomit it all out, leaving not a drop of alcohol in it.

The smell of my nose was bitter, and the vomit stained the brand-new tires gray, so I patted them hard to apologize and walked in the direction of the sea of people.

It's the height of summer in August, and the city is driven by the lively atmosphere of youth, and all the blacks that can be touched are covered in a light twilight, and the taillights of traffic are lost to the end of the road, converging into a river that rewinds. The voices in the ears and the music of the clothing store overlapped and played together, making it the most three-dimensional performance.

His gaze lingered on all the girls, trying to find someone who looked like her to come forward and greet him and comfort his restless mind. Maybe it's because I walk a little obliquely, and many of them unconsciously drift their eyes to me, and then move them again, making me feel like a monkey parade through the streets.

I've always had a trivial memory in my mind. I drank a lot of alcohol at the funeral of someone I don't know, so much so that I vomited all the body parts, but even so, my body could still move, I felt light, and I could fly into the air with a strong jump. It may be from a dream, or it may be formed by the collection of some plots after reading a certain novel, which is very real, so real that I dare not drink again when I go to the funeral in the future.

When you reach the fork in the road, you can look at the two endless roads, as if the future life is long and unknown. Perhaps because of this, love does not end at the end you can see, but wanders at the intersection countless times, not knowing whether to continue moving forward or turning for another path. That road is very strange, everything is unknown, and it can bring not only a fresh and exciting sense of self, but also an infinite extension of youth.

Adult love may be based on getting enough happiness out of it before it can continue. You can't hide the power of its own edge. Sometimes this kind of love is based on the tiredness of others.

Instead of marching as usual, I turned my head and walked to the left, as if she hadn't said goodbye to me that day. If you've lived in a city for a long time, you'll find that almost all the streets are the same, and even if you've crossed it for the first time, you won't feel like you're touching the tip of your heart. Shuttling is a flowing memory, if I walk the streets of the whole city in one breath, will I be able to see a lot of new things that I don't know?

After walking for a while, I deliberately slowed down my pace, and at this moment I suddenly realized that her departure was not entirely due to the incompatibility of the two personalities, but because I was walking too fast. A large part of the reason may be that it is because you are too aware that your emotions are always half a beat slower than others, which will lead to the subconscious always wanting to enter the emotional state before others, so as to cover up your own shortcomings. In my daily life, I am undoubtedly successful in doing this, I can always put myself in an advantageous state, but in love, I will make the other party always in a passive state, maybe because she is tired of it.

Slow down my mind and feel this street with my heart, and I can feel that it has made gorgeous and fragile dreams for countless people. The hotel next door reminded me of the first time when I was seventeen years old, also on such a street, holding a pair of trembling hands by my side, and I held them hard, maybe it gave her the impression that I was also nervous, but my real purpose was to prevent her from turning around and running away.

When I checked in, I asked for the ID cards of the two people, and I could still be so timid at the moment, so I pretended to calmly dig into my pocket and pretend to be looking for it, and then I was a little surprised to say that I was lost at school. The camper asked the girl if she had any more, and I took her by the hand and began to tremble, then didn't say anything, and then hurriedly took her arm and walked out, obviously not doing anything, but feeling like I had done something unseemly.

After going out, both of them lowered their heads and did not speak, and walked towards the small alley in their impressions, because they felt that the hotel there did not need to be checked in. After arriving, as expected, I directly handed over the money and gave the key, pointed to a room upstairs with my arm, and turned to go out to the toilet, and the two of us carefully walked up the steps and walked towards the first time in our lives.

Later, when I think back to what happened that day, I will feel so far away, and I don't know exactly what I did, maybe it was due to too much tension. I only remember that when I went out the next day, my legs were sore and weak, and I had almost no ability to support them.

Maybe everyone's first time is spent in a room where the excitement is greater than the tension, of course, it is definitely the most memorable, it is like a subtle particle invisible in the air, maybe the tiniest one follows you behind, and then it will be lifted up in a hurry, and then that scene, that person, that night, the curtains will all attack the depths of your brain. If you feel it carefully, you may be able to feel that it has a temperature, and it is also desirable after a hundred years of life.

So far, I have depicted this scene with countless people after drinking, some people will laugh it off, some people will tell me about his past, some people will meditate on the memory that belongs to me, and I don't know why I will always be silent in this past, but I feel that time should always stop in this emotional point of space that has no trace.

The blades you see in life are sharp, but they can't cut through those nothingness, what will happen if you kill two equally opened knives? Probably that's what I wanted. The carefully planned future is ruthlessly cut apart by sections, and it doesn't need to see blood to make people feel heart-rending and pain, and there is always a roaring dissatisfaction with the scenes in front of them.

She, she has dated, countless kisses to her, they are now much better than me, the evidence is that social software has never been in touch again. She is happy at the moment, she is sad at the moment, whatever expression on her face at the moment, she belongs to me, see how good I am, how much I will enjoy the flawless love in it. The word love, for most people themselves, should no longer exist after the age of twenty-five, and it is more important to please yourself, the perfect love has long been broken after the breakup, even if you still believe that you can see a completely different love behind the fog, but the scenes of déjà vu are ready to be staged with the standby, as you fall into a state of embarrassment.

There are a number of nightclubs on every street that are illuminated by a huge number of lights, and luxury cars are parked in the most prominent places, as if to set off the loneliness of the wealthier the people, and they need to splurge in such places to drive away their loneliness. They are individuals with their own halos, and they will essentially make people look at each other. I have a rich second-generation friend, wherever he goes, he treats himself, and the people around him, whether they are older or younger, will call him brother, the reason for this is very simple, he will take every order, and he also enjoys this feeling, he said that he can't find too much presence from the family, so he has to use this way to comfort his long-silent depression. He is using money to win respect, I envy his respect, in this parallel world that can never be treated fairly, only money is the fairest, it is making people lose themselves, it is making people see the most real self, the dream that has been clearly planned in the past is pressed into the sand-like desert with no end in sight, how small, not long after being stepped on by someone, it will be covered by a new partner blown by the wind, and there will never be a dent.

Try not to reach the age of thirty as soon as possible, I always curse this number in my heart, because I am afraid that when I reach the age of thirty, all my life will be fixed, and I will not even have the courage to work hard again to dream again, everything is like a carp that has swam to the deep sea, and it has long since lost the strength to swim back to the small river ditch, even if I miss the woods and stones there.

Is it good for people to be too realistic? I still can't understand this in clear words. I had a girlfriend who loved vanity, always pulling me to the mall to buy some luxury goods, I also tried to satisfy her, everything she likes within my ability will be bought, this thing is really addictive, to the point of getting more and more fierce, I will eventually have a day when I can't satisfy her to break up, and then I feel that we are using each other, I love her beauty and figure, she is squeezing my money, to the extent that they all hollow out each other, they will go separately at the T-junction. For a beautiful girl like her, who has a wide range of social networks, she can find a man who is richer than me the next day.

I'm not a person who believes in fate, and I think it's completely nonsense, but after countless disappointments, I prefer to believe that there really is destiny in this world. I pray that it will forgive me, and that I will not be so cruel anymore, and that the so-called youth is running out, so that it will not be miserable and gloomy all the time. I know that many sentences that can be described in words are puzzles, and everyday people have the ability to solve them, so they can only keep moving forward to the end of the puzzle. Consciousness can clearly perceive that something is rapidly drying up somewhere in the right arm, is it the tooth mark? Is it residual temperature? Or is it so helpless as you get older that you are about to run towards that unprecedented wedding? Anyway, no matter what it is, it's unwilling. Can you imagine what the expression on my face is at the moment? How do you describe how many kilometers away you can imagine? My mother once told me that despair is the most incompetent and radical existence, and your character is born with too many flaws, and maybe it can help the reverse growth, which is the existence of such a thing. After I made a mistake, she said it to me with a debt of indebtedness.

Is it really me who is wrong? Bad study, bad memory, lazy to eat, rebellious, and so on too many derogatory labels can be attached to the past me and the present, maybe there will be more excessive in the future, but this is the most real me, life is too short in the world, and being covered by the times is just a record in the books, if you can't even please yourself, let alone life, I'm doubting whether I'm still really alive. In fact, every time I see those high-end places, my body unconsciously trembles, and I feel that I am not only small, but completely shrouded in the dark side of this world, and all the yearning finally turns into the most untouchable existence in memory, these beings are repeatedly and ruthlessly mottled with the colors I see after closing my eyes, if I look at it correctly, it means that my personality defects are too serious.

It's already night, I've walked to the edge of the city, I don't know the way home, and I'm beginning to wonder the meaning of living like this. Those chicken soups for the soul are not for me, because I am also one of the creators, and the only thing that can make a big difference in a person is experience, and maybe travel is the easiest of them? Still, it was clear that I wasn't in her travel plans.

For those who have never seen the waves and felt the sea breeze with their own eyes, where can they feel its beauty just through the video, even I don't know how much I envy the workers who have a smooth life, even if it is just a simple work in a small factory.

Looking at the end of the line of sight, there is no end, only a few places scattered by the lights, only to find at this moment, the original line of sight can not see the place you have never been to is the end of the world, if you are not around, there should not be as beautiful as imagined. So don't yearn for the ends of the earth, it's the best to be able to settle down in a known place, and the most fantastic and direct role we can create should only be realized in the game, isn't this the true meaning of life as a play, you can find the most perfect self in the game, but live a mess in life.

When I was a child, I always liked characters, after reading Journey to the West, I felt that I was the Monkey King, and each robot cat model thought that I really had it, and I felt that the place where I was the center of the whole world, and all the material was revolving around it. In many moments, I have thought that I will get married in the future, but I never thought that I would have children, let alone how I would be the best companion for him.

Someone has asked me, and many people have asked me, are you stupid, reading your articles and thinking that you are much more mature than us, but why are you so naïve in the things you can do.

What is childishness? I have never felt that in such a cruel and indifferent era, all naivety is just a way to make myself happier, and if I really understood everything so thoroughly, wouldn't it be broken. What is true and what is false in everything we see, hear, and feel every day? Even if the whole city scolds you, will you not be able to get by? Why should you let others comment on what you think is right or wrong, that will only make your life more exhausting.

Not going too far and paying attention to other people's feelings is the only thing that feels right when I grow up to this position, maybe it will feel a little alienating, maybe others think I'm a monster, but I can always try to be happy in it.

To make mistakes, to be incomparably wrong, to prove to them what is right.

Crazy, I'd love to let everyone see why I'm so crazy.

Betraying all faith, I have seen Daring Do in Yue, about Dauntless in the face of everyone's doubts, she is gay, she is infatuated with the taste of women like a man, she has long been numb to cynicism, she has been entangled with many girls, she told me that she can't see what the world will be like in the future, but she knows very well that if her family insists on her marrying a man, she would rather never have this home again, she would rather die. She doesn't have the right to choose her gender, but she has chosen her qualifications in life, and if she agrees, it's boring, and what's the point of a boring life.

I didn't hit her, I gave her a lot of encouragement, just like she supported me to use my own character to squander love to the extreme, as long as I have fun, as long as I am satisfied, I will do enough. As for the gossip and scolding, leave it to everyone to say, how can it be, this is not a crime, and even the law has no right to decide, let alone passers-by who will never see each other again in the future.

I know very well that everything lies, only intuition does not.

I don't know when you understand that only when you are on the verge of despair will you understand the meaning of life.

I lost her and wandered to the edge of the city, and I lost not only love, but also a name. I love the name more than I love the man.

In the depths of winter, there are harsh senses to get rid of fear. Some wars are lost before they even begin. I lay in the middle of the road and listened to the sound of whizzing tires and the harsh honking of horns, and there was a sense of silence that I had not felt for a long time.

The city isn't empty at all, it's so lively, what it would look like if it were empty one day, it would be an apocalyptic sight.

If you're really awake, keep all the gossip out of your eardrums.

We are not eternal, we will be reduced to gray powder in a hundred years.

When one day, love and material things are at your fingertips, you will find that there is nothing that can stop you from yearning for the happiness of freedom.