This is my original creation.

My blog "Greed is the driving force of people", you can search it and read it if you have time.

I live numbly every day, and I don’t even know what I want.

That song accompanied me, listening to it over and over again. "Continue-to my fifteen-year-old self." 》

More or less similar plots. Friendships, quarrels, laughter, crying.

Some people, because of certain things, have no choice but to become strangers.

Am I happy?

I asked myself again and again, I am just a child, a child who should be happy in the blooming season. As they say, in school, when I see a handsome boy on the street, I will steal my love. My child, why am I writing these words in a paranoid style today, full of sadness?

I couldn't help crying.

I know I am willful again. The more I love myself, the easier it is for me to feel confident, just like the quarrels and conflicts we had with our parents when we were young.

Now ask me, can I still do it. No more. What abilities I have, the most I can do is hurt the people around me who love me. I thought I was indulgent, and I thought that letting myself fall would gain sympathy from others. In fact, I was wrong.

Don’t all people like to be mean like this? Showing your fragility and sadness to others again and again,

I think I should get sympathy from others for granted, but I am just a clown, performing a so-called tragic play,

In the eyes of others, it is just a farce.

Quiet down and have a good rest. It’s time for me to think about the future and cherish this hard-won simplicity. I don’t want to cry anymore because of those exaggerated emotions.

This is a beautiful and youthful era. All our classmates are studying hard because it is the graduation exam.

Let us not give up.

In fact, isn’t it like this? Once a person is empty, he will have all kinds of thoughts in his mind, good and bad, and will recall the past.

I have too many.

Am I just a greedy monkey?

I was not satisfied with what I had, so I picked corn and wanted watermelon, so until now, I have nothing.

What cannot be returned is the past, and what cannot be reached is the future.

It’s this time again, and it seems that the weather is not as warm as that time.

I only see the land that has been dry for a long time, and the wind lifts the dust all over the sky and blows it into my eyes .

But I am still holding on to my dream. We are running crazy for ourselves. This song has been encouraging me to keep going, and our tomorrow will have a better scenery.

(Slightly modified, original by Annihilation.

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