A wonderful time when the imaginary world covers the sky with one hand. Reality tends to be monotonous and black and white. Consciousness is biased toward the good. So I was a little addicted.
The time for addiction is limited, so the gap is inevitable. The process of fantasy stepping into reality is like the smoke from smoke dissipating afterward. You see him or her clearly. The encounter is over. You put off your clothes, look back, smile lightly, and then leave. So I really feel the pain, and finally feel sad.
Walk with your head slightly lowered. I can't always raise my head and chest correctly. And because of my nearsightedness, I am no longer used to looking far away. However, the world around me a few meters away did not make me feel more familiar and calm. I think I smiled all around. I try to be as polite as possible. I hope no one misses it.
I feel my tension increasing. Uncontrollable.
Maybe. Just maybe. Maybe color not only divides the style in my field of vision, but also renders perception in my psychology.
02:12, My friends in the dormitory came back from drinking. The smell of alcohol is strong.
My mood suddenly dropped and I stopped writing.