two exams

A summary of the previous situation, it is gratifying, I finally have to finish moving my old articles~

Academic test

 I don't actually remember whether it was his big exam or mine. Anyway, it was a work from January to February.
In short, the sadness of this article is very down-to-earth, not for boredom or to practice writing

There are only a few days left before the big exam, and I haven't talked for a long time, and I'm not used to it.

When it breaks, it breaks, I understand.

Finally, I left the long-lived dwelling, the chat room that no one cares about, and the records and emotions that belonged to the past have long been covered with a layer of alienation that cannot be swept away by time.

However, I still often can't help thinking that he has other people beside me, just practice, I can only convince myself. Maybe it's a protective mechanism from being dazed by a bolt from the blue when things actually come.

Because that person must not be me, so I have to practice hard, right...?

Seeing him surfaced for a week in a row yesterday was inexplicable anger. Is it because you don't have to dodge back messages anymore? I think.

So I read several abuse texts in a row this morning. Yan Gui, after being drunk for years, there is a book that I don't even know the name of. Thinking about it, it seems that only a drunk is drinking himself, and he doesn't even care about the price. He just wants to get drunk and rest.

I understand that I am just using violence to make myself sad, so as not to be too uncomfortable in my heart.

Feeling distressed is always wishful thinking.

The Book of Songs: Even if I don't go, Zining won't follow the tone?

Yes, seeing this, I finally understand the problem. The wind came again and again, but the tree never stood still.

Only when an exchange is unequal, do you need to constantly convince yourself that "in order to get his company, all sacrifices are fair".

I still forgot about you, okay?

Thinking back to this time last year, you said that if you hadn't talked like this, you would regret going through your youth and leaving nothing behind. It's a bit ridiculous to think about this conversation now.

A few days ago, it was like walking on an old wooden plank road, and stepping on a step would drop a little bit of trust debris, but we were all unaware.

Reluctant to say a heavy word, infinite tolerance so-called unintentional words are all torn calendars and rain. Now I have a hard time understanding how I once achieved that balance of unconditional trust.

Between you and I, I'm really sorry.

Because I thought we could, remember everything.

Means test

 05. 24. 2021
In my impression, this article is purely sad for spring and autumn, although I personally think this is better written.

Time has changed, and our conversation has finally become what it is now. I should admit that I am more afraid that you are just selling my face for the sake of us being good...

In fact, it has passed, and I no longer have any fantasies about you. It’s just that when I encounter news about you, I will still start to habitually escape, and I will be drunk and filled with bottles of books – in other people’s stories Indulge yourself in other people's stories and keep your own tears.

I think you once had a little meaning... It was just a flash in the pan, and the speed of withering was so fast that you and I didn't even notice it. The hints were hidden in those rotting petals and sepals - I later returned to the chat room and found them beside the root and the hedge after rummaging through the withered garden.

This is how I always miss every word of yours and regret it afterwards.

Just like that year, the band I belonged to was practising the tune of My Wife with a Monthly Salary, and that night you said, "Escape is shameful but useful," but I didn't even realize it. It wasn't until recently that I finally came to my senses that you seemed to want to say something to me.

But Yui Aragaki was married to Gen Hoshino, and I lost the person I liked like thousands of secret lovers.

A little later, I am not unaware of the message pattern of your short and my long. I once read a poem called Hopscotch. Our later dialogue seemed like a wrong grid. I tried my best to consider every word, but I still made the room too big; and you always live in a small private room with um or Good house number, looks like it's listening to my babble. But are you really listening?

I don't know, the confusion across the screen is always so powerless about your thoughts and actions. I want to try to learn from you and be quiet for a while, but I always learn to retreat and then retreat.

But why? I've learned to be good... I read your hints, so I don't abandon all of myself and put myself into a relationship like before. After all, the lessons learned are so painful. However, I, who didn't want to get hurt, indulged in the blooming flowers for a while, and every step of the way into the grass still left fine wounds.

And I understand I shouldn't blame you.

And I understand that I should blame you.