It's a diary

Chapter 151 4.25
It didn't rain today, but the sun didn't shine either.The north wind must have started today, and it didn’t feel damp anymore. The wind was cold, and for a moment it gave me a feeling of late autumn or early winter.

The clouds in the afternoon are beautiful, although not like mid-summer, but the sky this afternoon has a blue tone that I have always liked.

Deep blue, as deep as the depths of the ocean.

I heard that the sun will rise tomorrow, just a hearsay.

Nothing is believable, just like I always thought it would rain today, but it didn't happen.

Very bad feeling.

I went to a meeting after school in the afternoon, for an hour.When I went to the canteen again, I didn't even have any leftovers to eat.

I brought an umbrella and a book that I suddenly wanted to read today, and bought a sandwich that I have always loved.

But still not happy.

Maybe it was because I wasn't full, or maybe there wasn't enough salad dressing in the sandwich.

I remembered that I accidentally mixed up the condensed milk I had bought for half a year with the new salad dressing I bought recently, and threw away the new bottle of salad dressing.

There is almost no regret.

Just a few days later, when I was sitting by the bed and reading a book, I suddenly threw all the books around me on the floor.

Regarding these past events, I can always remember them accidentally at a certain moment.

But I won't react any more.

The relationship between people is very complicated. I don’t have any extra thoughts to care about anything. Whoever loves me can do whatever he wants.

Even if someone suddenly dies in front of me, I think I can just walk away indifferently.With tears falling, heartbeat racing, extreme fear, joy and depression, I slowly walked away.

They say one person is good and another person is bad.

When I saw this person living a wanton life, I thought of another person who was struggling to survive in a corner of the world; when I met a crazy person in ragged clothes, I cursed myself and those stupid, rotten dogs.

OK.

Not good, good.

Fake, fake, everything is fake.It's even more fake than the gold chains sold by Vietnamese.If my hatred of other people is more than 60.00%, then my hatred of myself is... I don't know what it is.

I like myself more than I like flowers, and I hate myself more than I hate others.

After talking about it, until the end, I actually couldn’t understand my own thoughts.

What a deviant person.

When dealing with people, patience will slowly disappear as time goes by.

Because there are not that many people in this world whose souls are relatively compatible.

It's not about souls that are absolutely compatible, just relatively compatible.

Just this is very rare.

almost none.

So every time I rediscover this fact in interpersonal interactions, I will alienate myself from the people around me, intentionally or unintentionally.

It's boring.

Not interesting.

No matter what I think, I can't figure it out.

But I don’t understand. Isn’t it because I don’t have any problems at all?
It feels like everyone is like Schrödinger's cat.

At least for now, I can still be considered a relatively healthy person.

It's pretty good, but he still talks as much as ever, and the words he says are just as illogical.Maybe even, different.

and so.

Forever, how long is it.

(End of this chapter)