When I was young, I always thought that if I worked hard, I could achieve anything. Therefore, you never control yourself and continue to cause trouble to the other party. Every time I give something, I think, maybe I haven't done enough, maybe if I try a little harder, he will like me a little bit more. As everyone knows, they have worked hard enough. Too many. Others are already tired, fed up, and tired of it.
Later, through countless nights, I gradually understood some truth. You can like him, but you can't ask him to give you the same return, just like you can't ask everyone in the world to like you.
It's not how much you invest that you can get back.
Too many things have been thrown away. Feelings of love, self, and even dignity. I want to protect myself even though I have nothing left to lose.
When you are injured and unable to bear the burden, when you know how to love yourself, you are growing up slowly.
But also tired.
------------------Excerpted from "The Right Wing of the God"
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It turns out to be an essay. . .
I still want to say that I only have Erkan in my mind. . .
It turns out to be an essay. . . I still want to say that I only have Erkan in my mind. . .