I was in a bad mood. After reading some words, I felt very sad. I really don't know whether I should say that I am too emotional or too nervous. Reading books is obviously used to relax my mood, but I am easily brought into the mood. It is just a novel. Why am I so stubborn and unwilling to let go? ? ?
I have thought a lot, a lot, but I don't know how to express it. I am distressed. I just don't know if it is for the story or for myself. I suddenly want to write down the feelings and rights and wrongs of my own experience. Maybe it is to talk about it, maybe it is to remember me, maybe I don't know why, I just want to write. I have had this idea for more than a day or two. Maybe I really felt too much today! ! So, I wrote a story. . . . . .