I like to read the words that fascinate me when I'm in a bad mood, I like to silence in my own world with headphones, I like to see the emotional pictures, I like to eat the magic candy that makes me happy, and I like to climb up the attic alone to blow the wind... Recently, I prefer to watch thrillers to vent my anger..... Standing at the junction of adulthood, I am confused about my future. When I see a congenial friend, I can't live without her all my life. When I see a disgusting and cold person, I ignore him. When I see the smile that stirs my heart, I will be moved. When I see an excellent classmate, my heart is full of infinite enthusiasm and want to be better than her.
Recently, I was fascinated by a face. In the small aisle, his straight body leaned against the railing and looked at the distance thoughtfully. I secretly looked into his eyes, so sad, I don't know why, I only know that there are countless hazes in his heart, that kind of melancholy mixed with light sadness, mixed with a little helplessness. From that moment on, I knew I had fallen in love with him. I've seen his smile. It's very charming and warm, like a touch of sunshine in winter..... I counted 333 steps between us. Maybe he knows I like him, maybe he doesn't know, maybe he found my little plot, maybe he didn't pay attention at all, maybe his eyes are looking at me, maybe I think too much
Anyway, all this will be killed before it sprouts
If he thinks so, I will admit that we are bosom friends
Today I want to format all this, because I can't love and won't love. My 'revolution' has not been successful. There's no time to take into account the personal feelings of my children. No one can eliminate the ideal around me
Curious, don't ask me who he is again. He's just a ghost, a ghost in my heart