"Let me remind you again, it's better not to use your real name for these things you write, there are so many classmates around you who have mobile phones, and what you write will have a bad impact on the classmates around you."

My mom said.

"It's okay, no one around me is watching."

I don't care.

I thought it was me, I thought it wasn't, you thought it wasn't, he thought it wasn't what everyone thought.

"I think people should live for themselves, some people see other people's eyes as all, I really don't understand, maybe this is someone else's way of living."

She wrote a big article and sent it over, and I caught a glimpse of it.

"What reservations do you have!"

She replied.

"Hmm."

I replied.

"What?! You'll reply after writing so much?! ”

She withdrew the photo again.

What the hell are you thinking, woman?

I also think that I shouldn't look at other people's opinions, because other people's opinions will really affect me, so I'll ignore them! Others can't understand me, others just want me to understand.

"But you weren't like that before."

"You used to be very low-key"

Because I care about others and appear low-key, once people have edges and corners, they will attack others, and then be beaten to death with a stick.

That's because you're thinking too narrowly about others, and you're going to heaven what you think you are.

"Actually, everyone is the same, everyone knows it, but everyone doesn't say it."

And everybody doesn't do anything.

"You're just asserting yourself, aren't you, huh?"

"Classmate Wen"

I'm defending myself, I'm taking things as a joke, I think I think.

Mature people have eyes facing outwards or inwards, either outwards or inwards, can't there be a neutral one?

There are many mosquitoes under the street lamp, the leaves are flashing and flickering, and the shadows want to slap my face. I seem to be writing what I think, I don't think about what I want, and after more people read it, what I wrote was also retouched. I seem to be writing what I want to show people.

I feel like I'm still too lonely, I want to spit out what is in my heart, and I don't have anything in my heart.

Isn't that shirking responsibility?

I say

"I know it's nothing, but after I add it, I always think about it, so I can't help it, I'll delete it."

"You're thinking too much, aren't you?"

The words I explained were just like that. The impact is caused by the objective view of the real object, and it is obviously an objective thing.

Even if it is the subjective thoughts of others, it affects the person who shows it, it is objective.

But I said

"No, it's a distortion of the content."

But it's obviously influential.

I used to say it all the time

"Ah, I'm sorry."

"Don't say I'm sorry, you didn't do anything wrong."

I realized that I had made a mistake, and others said that it was just self-inflicted.

"As a boy, you didn't take responsibility, but kept emphasizing that you were not wrong."

Making mistakes is also subjective, I feel like I'm making mistakes, I feel like I'm not making mistakes. The mistake was there, it didn't affect me, but there was no mistake, and someone reminded me, and I suddenly realized. I say

"Hmm"

"Hmm"

"Hmm"

I don't have anything extra to say, even if I say I'm sorry, I'm going to add a well,

"I'm sorry, okay"

"Okay?"

It's not good, it's not good, why do you have to add a "okay"?

"Don't put any more labels on you, you are who you are."

I'm crazy to do what I do, and I don't have anyone in my eyes, I'm simply not in this world. But people still live in groups.

I thought that with Adler's set, I would be happy immediately, happiness is also subjective, you sink in it and drill the horns of the bull by yourself, the people around you can't feel it, the world can't feel it, look up, it's your thoughts that are bad.

My bad ideas come from people, things are never bad, things can always be solved. Pride and prejudice are hard to solve, and what can't be solved wears me out.

So I simply don't think about it.

"But other people's opinions are also important"

"I feel like you're living on your own"

"You don't seem to be at all concerned about other people's feelings"

"But you will introspect again"

I don't care about other people's feelings, I don't care about other people's eyes.

How so.

I'm running away from evasion, I'm a person with low self-esteem, pompously combing myself with a set of arrogant shells.

Am I confident or have low self-esteem?

I think it's a little bit more inferior. The more inferior you are, the more arrogant you are, and it will be difficult for others to understand.

Yes, yes, it's hard for others to understand me, others just find it unreasonable.

No, no, I don't think others understand me, maybe some people understand, maybe the eldest sister understands, everyone just chooses a different approach.

I've always prided myself on being a highly sensitive person, I'm just sensitive to myself, and I'm probably self-interested. The arrangement of the group is only to satisfy my desire for control, is it a desire for control? I don't understand the desire to control, I just feel condescending, let the collective do something, there are people who can't, I will be very comfortable to explain.

What I write now is not pure, what I write always wants to be shown to others, and what I want to show others is something that has been embellished. I don't want to embellish, I want to put the most real things out, everyone evaluates, is there anyone who has the same idea, let's talk about it.

But it's real, it's pure, it's good in your eyes, it's not good in the eyes of others, there aren't many weirdos like me, I'm always thinking about these weird things, I'm making myself very pompous, I know that I'm empty inside, I'm empty.

"That's because you don't know me, and the deeper you go, the more you find out that something is wrong, that's my first impression."

The gap will disappoint me and disappoint others. I'm not what you think, I'm not what everyone thinks, and I'm not what I think I am. I can't control myself, and I don't know when I'm going to become, based on instinct, on historical experience, or if something happened suddenly. unpredictable.

I'm still lonely, I'm crazy everywhere, others are immersed in their own lives, I'm immersed, I'm struggling to come out, looking out, I'm the only one on the lake, stirring up a little ripple, everyone has to say in disbelief

"Sick"

I say that I don't care about others, but I am actually Belikov, and I live in an ideal township.

I thought I was a person who had the courage to take responsibility, I couldn't even tell my own responsibilities, and I wasn't a sensitive person in the future, I was so stupid.