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Reprinted from 776027947 at 20:31 on June 3rd, 2010 Read (loading. ..) Comments (0) Category: Personal Diary
Thirteen lonely, do you .... had
1. alone, wandering the streets, watching the crowds on the streets, those laughing faces, those are not his own,
he was just a passer, what can not take it, leaving nothing less than
no matter how busy, no matter how prosperous, but more and more off their solitary
in the crowd, silently raised his head, but can not find a familiar face .. . ...
2. a man curled up in bed, unable to sleep, his mind thinking about the problem somehow, dark like a huge spider web wrapped themselves included, thick and warm feeling pulled out from under the pillow cold
phone, but found not know who to call, so helpless and head back into the pillows
indent quilt and gently hugged his knees, like a
little kids hold their own, then it will not be cold .. . ...
3. hate some people, some things, and even hate the world
always thinking, why is your
Why must bear all the suffering of their own
just want to be an ordinary child, happy to have completed their childhood, reading, looking for work, love ... ...
, however, so common in all but so hard ... ...
feeling seems to be behind the eyes,
designer handbags, with a sarcastic smile and then look at their own
, shook his head, and walked away ... ...
4. facing the computer in a daze, around Coffee has gradually cold, the headphones sound of rolling out the melodious music, this time, has been the morning
do not know when it had changed that, like a burrowing animal in general, do not want to hide from their own nest
what time the sun began to fear the outside, and do go out, facing the outside of those who feel they do not even own a computer that sets the cold and sometimes warm
, virtual worlds, really beautiful than the real world ... .. .
5. against the window,
handbags online, through the misty rain, quietly watching the strange city
do not know how long to stay here, do not know what kind of person would be met, no no know what the memories will stay ... ...
point of a cigarette, smoke-filled,
paul smith sale, the quiet microphone touched upon and enjoy this moment of silence
let him past all over it, from now on, we must learn to recognize unfamiliar , do strange things, too strange life ... ...
stranger alone in a foreign land ... ...
6. habit of a person school to get started in my pocket a stroll through the aisle , there is no objective there is no end, just want to go step by step so that, up to his exhausted until the
learn that belongs only to a person's time, thinking alone solve some problems, regardless of their conclusion is right or wrong, are no longer important ... ...
busy looking at the playground, mouth, gently rising with a smile
sunset, pull a long shadow ... ...
7. in my dreams to see her / him the left, woke up from a dream crying
looked empty room, quietly went to wash the stage
look in the mirror, his face pale and gaunt moment tears
sounded .. . ...
8. morning to get up, empty house, give yourself a cup of hot milk, Oh sitting in the balcony with the warm heat on the sofa, flipping through a thick book next winter
lazy and warm sun shines on the body around the quiet and serene
unconsciously, once again fell asleep, snoring softly,
paul smith wallet, like a Lanmao
9. been indulging in memories, not I wake up in
friends think of the scenes before and will smiled
embarrassing recall some of the previous, slightly blushing
will remember some of the previous frustration, it will softly sigh
think her,
mulberry bag, the wearer will bite his lower lip
afraid to cry out loud ... ... ... ...
10. point of a beer in the bar, listening to loud music, watching the dance floor in the twist and moving the crowd, cold beer
scattershot expression has been cool from the esophagus to the stomach, softly ** ... ...
then, with the dazzling lights, foot tapping gently
Pakistan stage, his back like a stone ... ...
11. Society no longer cry, and learn not to disclose their feelings, they say they cold-blooded, they themselves are just there to smile
know, there is no need trying to I know people who know their
is my burden, I do not know who said that I want anything else I can not solve any problems
tears, will bring a lot of things
noisy, we can move, but not tears
because once letting their feelings, let yourself be afraid of crying
12. attend a party, drank a lot, but it has not drunk
microphone with a pair of eyes to see the world, while the land from the
Guangguai Tell yourself, like this feeling
itself to sink, poured cold water on the face, and then look in the mirror one giggle
drunk ... ... the world is so beautiful .. . ...
13. silently like,
paul smith bag, she / he does not defile the feelings, kept it quiet treasure, whether she / he how arrogant, whether she / he how unreasonable, whether she / he lets the air on a number of times, have been in making her / him understand that he is now
can not give her / him what to understand the cruel reality than love, understand, and so he can give her / him what you want when it is love with him / her ... ...
Finally, when his courage to find her / him, to find each of her / his possible corner, just to let her / him to say it all the time, only to find her / his side can have a let her / him a happy man
do not love her / him a lot of reasons to love her / his reasons for no longer exists ... ... ... ...
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