Two o'clock in the morning

Let the mosquito sting wake up, sting on the tip of the finger, it is itchy and painful.

I couldn't sleep physiologically, so I read the copywriting on the Internet for a while. Reminiscing about the past.

I think this man is too disappointing to me, even if it is indignant, it is disappointment, disappointment, disappointment.

Physiologically, I fell asleep tired, and my spirit was stirring.

The thought of the disappointment was just my own, and I felt as if I had fallen into another dimension, and I was even more desperate, in fact, I didn't think about it anymore, and it didn't hurt to think about it.

Late at night or early in the morning, my thoughts are maximized, and I am afraid that waking up in the middle of the night, it will be difficult to fall asleep, and when I wake up, I will be tortured until the early morning.

I sometimes feel so helpless that this thing is so ridiculous and embarrassing that it is not suitable for any sad song to express my feelings, at least these songs still have good memories of the past.

I'm like a product being chosen, and I'm trying to cover it up.

I felt my stomach full of emotions, but I didn't know how to express them, I just felt angry, and I remembered what people had said before

"I've been very reticent lately."

But I saw that they were chatting hotly before the meal.

I joked and said his name nonchalantly

"The End of the World is Like a Neighbor"

The pupils of people are dilated, which is incredible

"But... He's at home."

How did people know that he was at home?

The panic of man makes me regretful, and the disguise of man makes me sad.

Even though it was on the subway, people's mobile phones suddenly lit up.

"Have you arrived?"

The man smiled awkwardly at me.

How embarrassing, how empty-hearted.

The time that people don't have is consumed by others.

Human—

indifferent

taciturn

Inexplicable—

I thought it was a matter of two people,

It's three people.

There has never been a thing like this, and when I recall it, it's all grass.

It's been a long time ago, but it's just that my thoughts are scattered at night, and I am helpless and annoyed, and I am all self-inflicted, which is unpleasant.

It's five o'clock, I'm sleepy, it's getting bright, I want to go out for a walk.

Forget it, lie on the bed and squint.

Let's go out for a walk.

Let's sleep.