Remember long-gone past
We always meet their memorable people and things, I would like to write, but I do not know how to express, late at night, feeling more and more lonely, and gradually, as if you could hear his own heart, I like the security net feeling, as if the world I am the only one who can not say hi is sad, I just feel now lost interest in anything, may really tired, I have always this way, can not face, on the choice of escape ... ... escape the crowd, feeling the loneliness of the night brings me, slowly became obsessed with that different kind of feeling, I gradually became indifferent, a lot of things does not matter, does not matter love, hate does not matter, it is so quiet living , because although the release of death, but also too weak ... ...
In fact, do not know thinking, determination will no longer talk, I'm afraid I can not. Oh, I'm the person that is a tangled, often do not know what they want, and my heart have so much to want to say, but I do not know where to start, write a diary of growth from small to large, but found that once I did not finish the story, even if all written out, and my heart feel uncomfortable, I was such a person may be right, what should be assured in, suffer in silence ... ...
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six years, forget a boy, recently remembered him, did not know he was gone well with good, huh, huh, can be considered a friend, I hope he will remember me. So many happy memories of sad, because I like that he's fascinated me all my emotions, all by his master. I like the way he was smoking, it degenerated very decadent, but could not hide the sadness. I like to watch boys after smoking, people who want to find his lonely, but again disappointment, I gradually came to understand that no man is he, can not replace the feeling he gave me. . . He bit color, and girls like slapstick, of course, including me, day I do not know what he told me, have had a trace of the goodwill it? I want to much, as I hope he can love him like me, I dare say that this is love, after all, was too young, four or five year children, understand what the feelings, huh, huh
Forget his tears, not knowing he was joking or really sad, and in the drip a few drops of tears on the seat, and I feel bad after seeing asked him: "how do you cry?" He said laughingly: "Nothing, play with. "Oh, he thought I did not know that the heart can not he find someone else sad, because I do I will so crazy, crazy like him to five years, almost six years now, the feeling has faded to only remember it. Has written several of his diaries, I have been torn out, the last one that I would forget his own Payouyitian, put every little thing between us are written down, once for one of his smile, happy days, will look for his children once a disdain change the mood. In retrospect, feel that they really silly.
He learned well, fifth-grade winter job, I start writing early, quick vacation time to finish a few pages have been worse, he borrowed from me, I do not want to harm him no, I really want to be he was happy, he said, finished the last reply to him, he would not know, to give his commitment, I tried to write, my parents urged me to sleep at night, I said quickly finished the peace of mind, they do not know, I do This is all about him, I love the boy for five years ... ...
When people say he fights cool, some say his heart is too hard, too callous, often heard that he caused trouble, but I never see his hands, might it have to be it, friends say if I see a certain will not like him, but I do not think so, I do not hate him, will only feel bad asking him the news carefully, patiently and told them stories, perhaps no one will know how I feel, even I do not understand. The past five years, I did not like the others, because I swear in my heart to love his life, the so-called love, in fact, not even like it, is a good feeling it? Or the ignorance of youth? Emotions because he gave me, I closed the door to love others, has really not like other people, and slowly put all bearish, and is no longer heard from him, used to miss, and memories, so my people , the total live in the past, refused to get down, do not want relieved, the pain is all I ask for it, and who complain got it ... ...