What exactly have I done?

I got up so early in the morning, and I arrived at class early, but I never read seriously in the morning. I don't know what I'm thinking.,Live a vicious life.。 The class is no longer listening, and the teacher's words have long been forgotten. In the afternoon, when everyone else was doing the exercises in earnest, what did I do? It's just because I don't care about the college entrance examination, and the college entrance examination has nothing to do with me, so I give up so calmly.

It turned out that I was so cowardly that I could not survive even the last twenty days.

Last night, there were 34 people who took leave for self-study, and only 29 people came to self-study. I really don't know what the head teacher thinks.

Perhaps we already knew what was going to happen in this last hour, but why didn't we mention it today? What is the cause of this? Is it based on the principle that there is more than me, not more, and no less? If it were based on the principle that I would be there regardless of whether others were absent or not, I am afraid that the outcome would be different.

After so many years, the promise that I couldn't make in vain became a shackle and I couldn't break free. Thinking back to my original intention, and looking at me now, it is so ridiculous. Finally, why are so many people with ideals working hard at the beginning, but in the end they still failed. The castle, which was originally fortified, was weathered little by little after isolation, and no one can remedy it.

The former glory has long been suddenly lonely, except for himself, who can remember the honor and disgrace of the past. Sometimes I forget all of it, and I can't find a trace of it anymore.

How many people are lost at this crossroads and can't find their former selves.

Watching other people's dreams give birth to dazzling brilliance, it burns his own heart that has long been scarred, and his cowardice complains about God's injustice and the cruelty of reason. , all this is so ordinary, the mottled heart wall, and a glimmer of hope is swept away by the afterglow. I have fallen into this dim light, lost in the direction I thought I was strong. It turned out that everything was as thin as a cicada's wings, and the dark sorrow that could not be closed through the window.

Still stubbornly believing that dreams are still alive and well, there are still many reasons for consolation, but they are false. I have long realized that time has changed all the past, but I still refuse to accept it willingly, still living in this fantasy future and the past that has long been stopped. A wounded hand doesn't play the swan song of this world. The strings of my heart have been sealed for a long time, and I no longer dare to touch them easily, for fear that my dreams will be shattered easily.

In this world, the sea can easily turn into mulberry fields, and the stones are easy to rot. Promises are easily forgotten in the chaos of youth. If you have a dream, you should always pursue it to achieve it, and you must not abandon it and do not be afraid.

In order to remember that sentence, if life deceives you, don't be sad, don't be sad, you need to be calm in the melancholy days, believe that happy days will come, why can't you give up in the end? Always saying to give up, but still the most unwilling to insist. I always knew that all of this was a test, and all I had to do was.

Get through it and be your true self.

Leave those melancholy worries behind, and I will find the happy me I once was.