Too many things happen because of the reverse, not because you don't want to be unwilling, but because you really don't have a choice.

I began to get tired of shopping with the person I loved, and it was not the object itself that shone under the window light, but a label with more than four digits, and the amount of no more than five digits in the pocket bank card made people feel inferior.

I no longer have the courage to go to a high-end restaurant every time to enjoy intimate service, because I know that what I am going to eat is not food, but a long-dormant sense of vanity in my heart.

Sleeping late at night is not because I am busy, but because the pressure is so deep that I feel uneasy even in unconscious sleep.

It turns out that under the premise of no material, it is really painful to face all kinds of things in life, and the occurrence of some things is always accompanied by a variety of factors that continue to gather behind the scenes, and finally wait for the deliberateness that hits the key point.

The world is spinning, and there is no pause. There are too many scenes that seem a little heartbreaking, but they will only walk away as a standing by, and the truth is that too many people think that more is better than less.

In the starry sky of Beijing, there is never a star illuminated for me, and I always lie on the green carpet on the balcony when I have insomnia, counting quietly, but it seems that I have never counted clearly.

Time is negative, age is advancing, but growth is never proportional. Always pretending to be a master who has no quarrel with the world, and can easily wander around various social situations, but in private, he secretly scolds himself for pretending to be forced in the crowded subway.

When the eyes regard a thing as the focus, they will not hesitate to use a credit card to spend, never consider whether it is within the scope of affordability, and at the time of each month's repayment period, look at the little balance left, and begin to laugh at themselves, are you working, everything is still in place, and what is the difference between eating your mother's food at home every day.

One more dance, another before leaving the city, bottle of Xuanshiny in hand, trapped in the middle of the dance floor uncontrolled by the brain, with desire.

Always in the middle of the road and unable to follow the path of progress, unable to follow the choice of the heart, when I think again that the woman is sitting in the Bentley car and being violently kneaded by the man, how comfortable her painful heart is on her face.

He just wants to sleep with you, he just uses you as a playmate, but that's okay, you just want that vanity, you want endless money. I was disgusted with the words he had said to me because of my envy.

He can play with some things as he wants with his parents in the palm of his hand, and I don't understand what it feels like, the kind that I can't experience at all.

I don't know what truth is now, although I am still a boy, I have already felt the pressure of a man, and I still don't know what kind of path I have chosen, and these ideas that have been germinated a long time ago cannot disappear by struggling.

The more helpless you are, the more you collapse. The more envious, the more pitiful. It's so helpless to say all this, what can I do? I don't think anyone can give me a complete answer.

If you see me down on the side of the road, can you reach out and help me up, take me to a place that no one else can find, and let me get back to the stupid way I was in the beginning.

To be honest, I feel like I'm out of touch with this active society, and even though I spend a lot of time dressing up every day, there are some habits that I can't change at all.

It's as if all the plots are set and will go on at the pace they should have, leaving me no chance to turn at all, as long as there is a slight deviation, I will be forced back to the track it should be.

How many times have you wanted to stop and see how you can get on the right track, but will the war horse standing on the edge of the cliff turn and retreat?

I am afraid of the sights of many people, and I dare not face it, because of my weakness, although I know that it is just that I can't let go of myself.

I really want to go back to the place where I started in the past, even though I don't know when it was, and I think it was the night when I laughed.

I felt like I was losing my own knowledge, at the cost of feeling alien to everything I had lost, and not even feeling like I was still on my way.

A step-by-step life, living without a dream, this should not be a dream, and the person who does not hesitate to run his affairs out of the clouds and do his own thing makes me feel envious, even if he is a criminal.

If you can have a one-night stand with the young lady who is smoking and soliciting customers, it should also be a good choice, after all, in her eyes, I am a dick who thinks in the lower half of my body.

You should throw your pride on the ground, find someone to trample on it, and it's best to see the old man who touches porcelain in the future and go home with the shame of scolding him.

I heard which celebrity was cheating on me looking for a girl again, and a few paparazzi were secretly filmed behind me, what do you care about how many girls do you have? What people have is how much capital they have, even if they are grooms every night. And the paparazzi, while working, do you know why you add enough dogs to the end of your professional name? But it doesn't matter, what to do for money is not to do, after all, I feel that my life is not as real as a dog.

When the night is quiet, I hear the roar of sports cars and the electric sound of the nightclub next door, as if telling me that you are like a beggar in this city.

I was always alone, no matter how prosperous the street was, I sat on the balcony of only a few square meters and watched the moon gradually rise during the Mid-Autumn Festival, and the laughter of children in the distance came, as if laughing at the vicissitudes of a boy under thirty.

There are many times when I feel that there is a lot of time, and every day as long as I go to work is enough, because I don't know what to do after work, I play games online, lie in bed and watch TV, envying the colorful life of the protagonist, as if as long as I focus on the unreal things, the passage of time can not feel the existence.

Maybe it's not just me, but many of my peers are the same, I'd rather spend all my time immersed in life that is of no use to life, rather than spend this time on improving myself, maybe this is the difference between me and people who are gradually realizing their dreams.

I would rather live every day in the memory of the beautiful times of the past, and not far away from thinking about how to firmly grasp these beautiful things in my hands and never lose them again.

When what I wanted collided with reality, I was really tired and tired, even if I could still raise my head and run bravely ahead, but the lost eyes were telling the crowd who raised their hands for me that he had given up.

It turned out that the first time I came into contact with the word emptiness was the song "Emptiness, Boiling" by Benxi, which made me think that emptiness would only appear in love.

Now that I've been out of love for a long time, I've forgotten about that woman, but I feel like half of the twenty-four hours are in this state. Starts before sunrise and ends after sunset,

I fear the day, and I love the night. The heart that I don't know what to fill with is self-condemning all the time, so that I don't have the ability to escape all this, because the more I escape, the more I collapse, and I can only continue to hypnotize myself.

The place that is obscured by the clouds is the place where people like me exist, and I only want to live in a place that I imagined did not exist, where I can live as I want, and feel this different side of the world.

I pushed too many emotions in my heart and wanted to vent them at one time, and others couldn't see it, because at least I knew how to hide it, and my mother knew that I didn't dare to say it easily, and I knew how much she had endured in her heart.

The familiar road began to become a little scared when I walked up again, it turned out that I was different from it, the angle of looking down was different, the steps of stepping into were inconsistent, all of them were changing, there was no trace of growth, just caressing the vicissitudes of appearance with time.

I don't want to cry, I don't want to shed tears, the wet face should be about to rain, and the blurred vision is hesitating whether to stop and rest for a while.

Will there be a miracle, I thought again and again, trying to find a glimmer of white light in the ruins, but the dense fog in the air told me that I was only imagining.

At the same time, I feel that there is someone watching me, although it feels very familiar, but I feel that there is a point that is very different, if there is another parallel world, it may be me, a me I envy, a me who can change my shortcomings.

No, it's the wrong description, that's the future me, I will meet you as time goes by, and I may be disappointed in the present, but I really hope that you are rich in your heart, even if you don't have much wealth at that time, at least don't be as useless as I think.

Occasionally, I wonder if it is because I have been defined by the world since the first breath of fresh air, and no matter how much I struggle, I will only get compromise in the end, and no one will be spared.

All the process experiences are actually very simple, small and so humble.

In the end, all that is left is nostalgia, and it can't backfire.

The subtleties expressed in the body movements force a sleepless night.

Don't miss it, there are many people who have not been spared.

The sadness that appears in the words is because it is familiar when I close my eyes, as if it is given by birth, so that I can't simply face life, and I am constantly complaining and squandering.

It's like I'm the only one who keeps repeating the fluctuation, always going back to the same place at different times to complain about why I still haven't improved, and the crowd around me is constantly leaving, more like a character who hasn't been warmed by anything after being isolated.

There are a lot of seemingly special and unattainable joys, always hoping to be able to share them with the most important person in life in the next second, but she has not appeared yet.

When I was young, I kept drawing in my mind the personal colored strokes that were taking shape, and I was forcibly taken away by the frequency of life's low call, so that I did not have the slightest chance to say no.

I wanted to be able to touch my grandmother's hand and ask her to give me a little warmth, but she didn't give me a chance.

I don't even know what she looks like now, but I left for heaven before I was born.

Because of what? What's going on? What went wrong? Or did something happen to leave? I don't know anything.

Maybe it's better not to know some things, and when the tears roll in your eyes, you can still imagine a person coming out to comfort.

The emotional books that have been constantly rewritten by human nature, how fake they are, how fake they are, how fake they are, how pitiful I am at the moment.

In the middle of the night, I drove through the city to the west, where there was no landing point, and the dust was constantly falling from the empty seats in the back seat to accompany me, and the loudspeaker was loud enough to make the whole car vibrate.

The light projected from the window comes from different angles, and after a moment's pause, you will feel like you are escaping.

The passing of each second reminded me that the lights and sounds of the city were fading, and yes, no one could erase time, even if they could choose to destroy themselves.

I couldn't get out of the cage without shackles, and I was trapped voluntarily. The crow that has lost its freedom is sucking rot and is voluntarily innocent.

At this age, I can already feel the subtle detachment of 24 hours, but it is the distinction between night and dawn. I can feel that my heart has turned black, even though I don't usually smoke much.

Sometimes the poison that penetrates deep into the bone marrow does not need to rely on external force, but only needs to smash the surrounding walls by itself, and the flashing surface after breaking is not a sharp water chestnut, but still warm blood.

Looking sideways at the Coach store, where only the clerk is alone, the lights are so bright that it is difficult not to be noticed, and its vanity has risen to the so-called limit, and it should not be looking down, but pity.

When the layered past begins to blur, and the beggars wandering in different corners are just looking for a place to go, where should it be?

It has not been stained by the poet, so it has not yet tasted the warm wine at the end, so I have to keep searching, in this broken world.

I think it's everything I've seen with my own eyes, there's no fiction, it's distorted and spinning, it's so dizzying, and the faint light of the colors is so worth cherishing, preferring to believe in the reality that doesn't exist in the kaleidoscope.

I want to live the life I want to live as everyone says. But how many steps do you have to climb to make your misty pupils see clearly?! I really don't know whether to use question marks or exclamation marks to understand myself.

It may be that only time itself is passing, that the shadows that may be covered by the sun are trying to roll in the direction, and that we may all be being thrown to the point where there is only regret.

Wouldn't it be nice to stop chasing some unknown future that is always hurting you, and to follow the beating heart?

The neon dim dawn is gradually breaking, and only the nostrils that are breathing do not lie to prove that I am still alive and want to get out of this ordinary life.

Forget it, all these failures are okay, it is a good thing to let me clearly see the status quo, if you want to succeed, you must first break the so-called useless rules, and the business of making sure without losing money is to have no kindness.

The constant flow of inspiration is the only capital I can show off, and whoever reads my article will feel perfect, simply a natural writer.

All damn experiences are a foil for inspiration, and the power of passing through dark street corners comes from unwillingness, just like a street lamp that wants to break through the haunted glass to render its own colors to the fullest, even if it can't be eternal, but also to bloom for itself.

Sometimes it's really hard to match the characters with the plot when sorting out feelings, probably because there are too many relationships to talk about, and all the faces are overprinted.

Even though I have many flaws, I am constantly writing history, and occasionally there is applause and glory to hang the crown, and I hesitate just to move forward better.

The lessons I've learned along the way have long been enough for me to endure more unknowns, and the forgiveness in my eyes has taught me to treat the world with warmth, even if it's not perfect.

Pray that the embellishments that collapsed in the previous second will not disappear, and that they can still float in place with the past and wait for the future to wake up, which is the center that has lost its vitality beyond light years.

Everything you see is immersed in the light of the sun, if the earth loses its gravitational pull and the object loses its restraint, will it be burned out in an instant?

Until then, go to the old ballroom on the east side of the intersection of Xinshi North Road and Zhengang Street, where the atmosphere has an ancient atmosphere, the disco can shake the dust under the lights, the cigars are accompanied by cold spirits, and the repetition of passages may be as exciting as smoking a big cigarette.

They have said many times that I am unrealistic, but in fact, from the moment I step out of the iron door of the train, everything changes and there is no choice, it is all caused by being too small, I know it.

If everything you write has been posted in your life, shouldn't you think this person is quite pitiful? Even if you close your lips, your expression can't be hidden in front of everyone.

This is also a process of self-talk, so that I can more clearly recognize where I am now, even if I can't smile at you with the corners of my mouth raised, but I can definitely let you see a different me in the future.

Shijiazhuang is about to reach winter, cars began to restrict, as if to welcome the arrival of haze, on the way to work in the early morning, you can still often see ugly faces scolding strange people.

A lot of things around me seem to be constantly changing, but if you think about it carefully, nothing is really changing, but winter is coming, and I rarely go out to surf.

After getting off work at six o'clock, the sky had already darkened, and when I walked out of the door of the company, there was a biting cold wind blowing on my face, and my subconscious thought was that I felt like I was back home and watched a TV series under the covers.

Although I feel that this is undoubtedly a waste of precious youth, in the face of a step-by-step life, it seems that there is no other choice.

The real fashion is a world divided into two, but the real world is that the masses are constantly discarding fashion.

I'm constantly accepting new things to happen, and my innate personality makes me throw them all away the next day.

I am confused about the future at this moment, but I sincerely pray that I can see a self that I am so strange to me at the moment when I am thirty.

I also know that it can't be achieved just by thinking about it, so I'm working hard now, just like the name of a book, I don't want to accept my fate if I don't work hard.

Let's fight once, I am not married now, I don't have so many burdens, and I can continue to experience it desperately, even if I can clearly see the bloody wounds in the process now.

I remember going to Beijing for a while to find a good friend, and I kept complaining to him about the bad life now, I am very grateful to him for listening to me patiently, and finally calmly said to me, you were talking about your life like this last year, almost a year has passed, and it is still repeating. So, what else can it be other than saying that you are deceiving yourself?

I was stunned, I was stunned, I agreed, this is who I am.