I've been through heartbeats, twists and turns, landslides, and reality, and it's like a feather.
It's a pity that this was a one-sided massacre - I mean, the only one being massacred was me, and the murderer with the knife was only my brain.
How should I put it? For some people, adolescence is like having impotence. If you use the word "bland" to describe it, you don't know who you are insulting; it is more like a kind of pure desire and inability to love, and occasionally there will be ripples of itching in the heart, but unfortunately no matter how many times it is, there is no such thing - a state similar to impotence.
When I stammered my feelings and told Q, she looked at me seriously, thought for a moment, and then seriously said that my ability to express myself was too poor and she didn't understand.
I know it's not that she doesn't really understand, she just likes to get to the bottom of things, figure out everything, and then draw conclusions.
This rigorous academic spirit is very good and I give her a thumbs up.
But I hate it.
Intention: Study hard