Talk about love, I also experience is shallow, not so magnificent and victorious love, a micro acid have say a regret, actually not to think about the future of the day because who will change, also don't know who favour to hold out until I am tired of alone, to the time of the place and the people to meet seems to really hard, or I forget to look at sight, sometimes some people clearly very care about is not careful became his confidante, want to love but it's too late, who worries eager to see who wear must speak out, in be bosom friend before. Often want to love and to be loved, which is more easily? In fact, happiness and damage are mutual. 18 a love letter I tore down the back to the green most of the boy impassive expression, but yet undescribable feeling, in fear? Afraid? And full of wonder, but ultimately or with the others to early love season made a teacher parents' request very good student lovely children, so I'm not rebellious. Later grew up continuously someone in a variety of ways breaking into my sight but do not back, not just their amorous feelings I don't understand there are I don't want to care about the sympathy and compassion. Some people say I'm very stubborn, along the way some people really good, but ultimately missed, I do not know what I in persistent, total feel for the man at the next intersection will meet, then again and again and missed. Now almost ran three, friends have married, my right hand side is still pass by pedestrians, not lonely not alone, that is what kind of calm insignificant? Or, one long two would not used to. Gradually began to like home after work at home and reading books have a cup of red wine sad just written words drunk will be time. Whenever received home telephone parents always in a good person carefully encouraged the marry! In addition to elaborate or elaborate, and then give yourself a promise, to the mirror said, after a few years of one day accompany at me nearby of someone is still not marry me do his life with, before that we each enjoy a person's romance is not love, is waiting for a direct expression, it is still on.
So much windbag so much, I find that I've really changed, cannot use the stand or fall to contrast, can only say that time the brought me a mature stage, not excited also not sad. Was recently but has watched pale, don't want to go dispute ShuShiShuFei, just hope the next day the can of mind. Because those who hurt me is me this is not much loved ones, to how to bear grudges? Don't know since when I started to believe that the end of the world, start looking forward to 2012, not I pessimistic, just see too many people is more dead than alive, they humble breathing, not not brave enough is not qualified to end it all. Don't think I'm very pessimistic, it just won't self-deception, compared to those who laugh in the subway false smile me true more. A lot of people are willing to take life and play each other parables, but they know their role? Few people really free and easy, most people unknowingly his play into the audience, in the bright light, also in the most colorful stage, they like to stand in the most lucrative position things have none evaluation, never knew they have growled spent originally very beautiful makeup look out the hypocrisy of the ugly face, who can blame? It is a good director to the plot arrangement not out beauty and onlookers bigotry. I might it not others the audience? What exactly is what makes me gradually forget I was myself protagonist? Each time meet each an emotion every day I lost day after day after day, with the most painful way but not be perceived. To give myself an excuse to leave the but again hoping somebody will I stay, if I need a reason to stay, how do you want to give I? Waiting for...
Growth is a pain and joy, until now, I find some not so painful memories, held his head, open five fingers, I saw the most beautiful in the rain of sunshine, no one know also need not know, I know what I'm going to a happy life. In fact, sad words show is the most exciting free, if it be written down that no longer such as original as entanglements and read sadness light, grade of another kind of happy, perhaps no one can understand but I know. Has been very lucky I have so a piece of territory can use the words to express the most really love hate QingQiu, anger, sorrow and happiness, I really was lucky, and I will continue to insist that the society in impetuous quiet remember writing my happy or sad life, simple, not luxuriant also don't gloomy wen don't write psalms...... love speeches
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