Take a deep breath and dive

In the blink of an eye, the summer is over, and when I get up early, the weather is already cool. When the sun goes down in the evening, the waves bring cold winds.

I'm about to submit my transfer application. At this juncture, even if I know that my new emotion is a stopover, I still want a glass of warm wine in the evening. Compared with all the emotional entanglements with P, what disturbed me even more was that each of the next five classes had to hand in a lot of writing stuff, I was constantly typing on the keyboard, and every day I felt guilty for not working hard enough. .

When I transfer schools, I have to submit a lot of essays, all of which are questions that I dare not ask myself. I can take classes and answer questions well, and I can cry for an essay late at night. But I dare not ask myself, what do you think will happen to you in five years? I don't want to think about it, what's the saddest thing for you?

In the past year, I haven't had a good cry for a long time. After talking about my family with P, I thought I was going to cry.

As a result, my tears could not penetrate the cornea.

Maybe life is such a constant attempt. Every day, the tears that have never been shed are pressed back into the eyes. Every day, I choose to sit back at the desk again. I believe that it is meaningful to keep wrestling with myself. Hit the keyboard again every day because I haven't given up yet. Trying to keep my breath steady, I wanted to lift my sore thighs and continue running.

Will enter the wine, don't stop the glass. Even the moment I wrote the word yong on my chest, my hands were shaking. But please stay with me on Christmas night and witness together.