I feel like I want to come back and read and write a few lines of words every once in a while. I am more than half eighteen years old, and I am about to enter college. I have been admitted to the school I like and the major I like, but I am very confused, very, very confused. It costs more than 1,000 for a round trip home, and I have to face a strange city, strange roommates, strange classmates, and strange people alone. I like philosophy very much, but I am afraid that my English has not been good since I was a child, and my oral and listening skills are even worse. My parents are in their 50s and 60s. My brother just had a child. My mother quit her job to take care of the child. It's like my father is the only one raising a family. My father's job is unstable. I feel very guilty. When I was in junior high school, my parents worked very well. They bought books and peripherals, etc. I am confused about where I will go in the future. I am very lucky that my family is very supportive of me. I chose liberal arts and supported my application for philosophy, but sometimes I wonder, if I fill in the 211 in front and don't go to the school I like (yes, but I like it very much), would the 211 name be better? Although it is not a very favorite major, I don't want to deny my choice. I don't know where my path will be? Sometimes I feel that I am useless, sometimes I feel that my mother is too tired, why do I hate children, and I work hard to like them. Sometimes I wonder why I was scolded on the day I came back before the college entrance examination because I wanted to take a leave to sleep. Why did I enter the examination room with anger? Sometimes I feel like a supercilious person. My parents are very supportive of me, but I can't forget that they always give me a slap in the head at critical moments. , And then there was no apology, but another person said that I need to be considerate, I really need to be considerate, I don't want to take a holiday, I am afraid to hear my mother cough when I get home, I may be too emotional, I don't want to grow up, I don't want to get married, I am afraid, I am afraid that because of a person, I become a mother, I want to give birth to a child, I have to give my work, my time, and maybe even my freedom and my life for the so-called child. Maybe I'm just a little selfish. My mother always said that she would worry about me if I didn't get married and have children. She always said that she would worry about me if I ran out of the province. But I was worried about getting married and having children. I was even more worried about staying in Henan. Henan is very good, but I couldn't stand its education model. Three years in high school was like a nightmare. My grades were my barometer. I had to count the time. I had a stomachache that made me tremble during my menstrual period. I got a sentence from my teacher, "Why can't others bear with me?" I didn't know. When I had dysmenorrhea, I still felt a little bit of pain after taking two tablets of powerful analgesics. It was a very strange swelling and pain. But if I didn't have my menstrual period, I was afraid that my health would be bad. I didn't know why I had a uterus. I was shaking from pain time and time again. My hands were so painful that my hands were numb at school, and my consciousness was a little hazy. But Chinese medicine was useless, Western medicine was only effective with painkillers, and the examination showed no problems. Maybe I hate it a little bit. I feel like I can't love her even if I have a child. I don't have the ability to bear this responsibility, and I don't want her or him to feel uncomfortable because of it. I'm not a responsible person. I am always confused about my future, work, family, and where I will go in the future. People are powerless in the face of time. Sometimes I wonder why I can't be a "savage". I want to travel all over the world. Why can't I be a grain of soil, lying under the snow-capped mountains? Why can't I be a grass growing silently on the land? Why can't I be a snowflake, a bird, or a white cloud. Don't think so much, don't care so much.
I was admitted to a major that I hated in a school that I hated. Because I was the first college student in my family, I knew nothing and had no experience. I filled out the application form in a daze. After I was admitted, I found out that this major was a sinkhole regardless of my family. My heart was torn in two. Just like the article said, am I going to be trapped in a major that I hate for the rest of my life? I gave it a try and tried again, but it didn't work out again. I couldn't find a job even after I enrolled. To be honest, I didn't know what to do. When I was in high school, I had a clear goal, which was the college entrance examination. No matter how hard you work towards this goal, you are getting closer, but now it is not the case. We have been let go. The world has become bigger and smaller, free and yet restrained. Like a headless fly surrounding a shrouded vegetable market, I don't know where to conquer it. I don't know whether the front is fragrant fresh fruit or rotten leaves. It's so painful. I was lucky enough to be born in an era of rapid development, a safe and prosperous country, and a province with a high economic level. However, I unfortunately lived in the poorest county without enjoying excellent educational resources and living resources, and I knew nothing about most survival skills. I know this is biased. There are still outstanding talents in places with poor resources. I just want to complain about myself. Why am I always a little unlucky? I almost went to a better high school, almost went to a better class, and almost went to the school I wanted to study in the major I wanted to study. Lady luck will be with me, please.
Hello P! The first time I came into contact with your works was in the third grade of junior high school. I was about to take the high school entrance examination. Under the constant pressure and tension every day, I would always secretly read your works in bed. Although it seems that I was not serious at that time, the characters you wrote gave me a lot of spiritual motivation.
I continue to watch your works until now. I am about to turn 18. This is an age when I stand at a crossroads in life. Now that I have entered my senior year of high school, as said in "21 Years Old", I am very confused about everything in the future. Now in my senior year of high school, I am very anxious and worried. Worry that your grades won't improve, worry that you won't be able to get into your ideal university, and worry that you won't be able to live up to your parents. Looking forward to it... But what I'm most worried about is that the end result won't be worthy of the effort I put in and my ambition. I am a person who has high demands on myself. Although I was born in a rural area, in a repressed town middle school that pursued the admission rate to a key high school to the extreme, I scored more than 700 points in the high school entrance examination. Although it was not the highest, I still managed to get into a key middle school in our city as I wished. But high school life feels completely different from what I expected, with the same laissez-faire teachers, classmates with the same weird talents, and the dormitory life where I can't go home because I'm far away from home.
What makes me particularly uncomfortable is my grades. Ever since I was divided into classes, my grades have always been mediocre and I can't improve them no matter what. I usually listen very carefully in class, write homework carefully and review it after class, and usually buy materials and listen to online classes. I think I work harder than many classmates who get together to talk after class. However, in the end, after working hard for so long, my grades are only 400 or 500, which is barely in the middle of the class. Although our school is a key high school, plagiarism in our day class is particularly serious. Every time there is a monthly exam, more than half of the people bring their mobile phones, pass the test papers to the institution, and then copy the answers. They also bring small notes and pass the answers around when the invigilator is not paying attention. I was very angry at first. I thought that as long as I studied well enough, I would be able to get a higher score than those who copied the answers. However, they can do very well in the exam every time, but I am always in the middle of the class. Until now, I can't tell whether they really copied the answers or if they are really good. I feel like shit. My best friend since high school has dropped out of school due to mental reasons. Her grades are always at the top of the class, but she is anxious every day and always complains to me. I am even worse than her and can't say anything to comfort her. Now I'm the only one, and I haven't made any other good friends.
Tomorrow I will take the initiative to hand in my mobile phone. I hope that in my senior year of high school, I can work hard to improve my grades to match my ambition and be admitted to the ideal university. Come on! May we all have a bright future.
Thank you priest
I felt depressed for a long time. I was really confused. I went to a school and major I didn't like, had no employment prospects, had various bad changes at home, had an accident with my family, and had financial difficulties. I was too impatient and couldn't do anything well. I fell into a negative cycle. I had no dreams and all my hobbies and interests were put on hold. I couldn't find a goal that would fill me with fighting spirit. It all felt so far away in reality. I am very afraid of getting along with others, which makes me very troubled. I am also very lonely, not tactful, and find it difficult to integrate into groups. I cannot be generous. I really don't want to pursue this major, but I don't know what to do. Since the situation at home has been frequent, my parents have become more and more emotional. Therefore, I have become very alienated from my parents. It has been several years and I really can't find any meaning. However, the Internet said that this is how life goes by day by day.
I always feel like I make the wrong choice every time, and my life gets worse and worse. It seems like life has just begun.
I feel scared, but I am also vaguely looking forward to entering the next stage. Because I am too confused now, I hope that the next stage will come quickly and let me see if it gets better, whether it is time to bottom out or whether it is time to move up.
But I'm scared and don't know where to go. After listening to online experiences, I feel even more panicked and lost. I'm afraid that there will only be more difficulties in the future.
Although I have admired the name of P Da for a long time, I have never watched Danmei. I accidentally clicked on the column and saw this essay. I happened to be 21 years old, although it was not today.
It feels like a lot of fate!
Love yourself and all the best.
What kind of age will I be when I am 21 years old? Now that I am 17 years old, I can only see the confusion and despair you wrote. I don't want to know what choices I will face and what the future will be. But thank you for telling me about your dreams and yourself. I will take the courage you gave me to the college entrance examination, university, and let go of my elders. Reading it now brings tears to my eyes. I can't imagine what it will be like reading 21. I can't even believe how lucky I am to come across this essay.
Now I have changed my account. A year ago, I posted a "long talk" under this article by Priest. I was very confused at that time. After all, the college entrance examination is still a year away. Now, the admission notice has come out and I have entered my ideal university. Although it is the first medical school in Shandong, it is indeed my favorite major, biomedical science. Looking back on the article "Big Brother" back then, Qian'er actually wanted to be a biological scientist when he was a child. If he was not forced by life later, he would not go into business. If you can live by thinking, it is really a happy thing. So I chose such a major. I know that life is not a novel, but the realism of P seems to reappear in each of our lives.
My hometown is notoriously poor, and so is my family. Along with the admission notice comes a real problem. Our family has no money for me to go to college, but now the policy is good and I can apply for student loans. However, the major I chose is like gambling. If you study deeply, you will have no worries about work; if you graduate in a hurry, there will be no way out. My parents said they were unable to support me in taking the postgraduate entrance examination, but they still wanted me to prepare for work as soon as possible, so they didn't know whether I should pursue my dream or recognize the reality. Some relatives persuaded me to go to a junior college. I was very puzzled at the time, but the only reason they gave me was that after graduating from this junior college, I would have a job. They hoped that I would find a stable job and spend my life stably. But I don't like it. I don't know what my future will be like, but I am sure that I will be brave in the future. This summer after graduating from high school is the first time I enter society. Interest among strangers comes first. This is inevitable. But now it's time to break away from textbook thinking. It was a bit melancholy when I first started to contact it. People would look down upon me because of my clothes. I also initially realized that in society, one cannot be afraid of a slanted shadow if one is upright, and poverty is not the foundation of one's will. Vanity was inducing me to develop in a bad value direction. I also began to unconsciously learn from the flattery and exaggerated relationships of my elders, and fantasized about driving a Hongqi H9 back to my hometown ten years later to look majestic. Ha ha. This has gone against the original intention. In fact, what I want to say is that as a girl grows up, there are worries at every stage. No matter whether you achieve the results you want at that stage, you will always have to face certain difficulties. From my humble experience, the most important thing should be a person's original intention. Our future will include the pressure of study, the oppression of life, the death of loved ones... The future will be full of difficulties, and no one can fully prepare for it. So, girl, don't limit yourself to the current regrets. Let's face the problems happily and move towards the future. We are here to communicate about the future together, the older ones provide experience, and the younger ones absorb lessons. It is said on the Internet that the current environment is not good, and each of us will be the hero to break through this contradiction. We grow with help. We all have a bright future.
The girls in the comment area make people feel warm. We all have moments when we are confused. There are many girls who hold up umbrellas for others in the rain.
I must have read pp's articles when I was in the fifth or sixth grade of elementary school. At that time, I thought the things written by pp were so enigmatic. Even now that I am almost twenty-one years old, I still can't understand many of the things in them. But pp kept writing unremittingly, which also made me passionate about the things I love and fight for them. In the beginning, I was just a noob with poor grades and mediocre everything I did. Now I am working hard to get into college and manage my own life. I want to read pp's articles for the rest of my life. . 😭
I was very young when I first read this article, and I was confused about many of the descriptions. I just loved the warmth revealed in the words. Today is my 21st birthday, and I have fulfilled that wish. At the age of 21, I re-read "21 Years Old". It seems that there are a lot of insights, there seems to be a lot of things that I want to share, I seem to want to lament how P can understand so many things at this age, but it seems that going around in circles is just one sentence, live a good life, look up at the stars, and keep your feet on the ground.
Ouch, why do I want to cry so much😭
Find yourself a dream now
Everyone will get better and better
Have you changed the cover? [Rainbow Fart] looks good.
"I always want to say, in fact, addiction..." This is a big bug for the author~
God, I came across this article by chance. I am also 21 years old. I feel so touched.
Article I came across by chance. The high school student's eyes narrowed as he looked at it. . . [Purple Heart]
It will take some time to adjust the status and keep the article in progress. I hope everything is well with Pi [red heart]
I can't remember how many times I've watched it, but I remember wanting to cry every time I watched it. I originally wanted to say a lot, but there are always more important things waiting for me ahead. Just scribble a few words first, just like finding a place of comfort for yourself. I once left a comment here when I was fourteen years old. Now I am sixteen years old. Two years of time can be said to be long or short. But the passage of time makes people feel like they are in another world. When I checked my own space a while ago, I was surprised to find that I have changed a lot. It turns out that I loved life so much before, had so much energy to do so many things, and could live a full day. They say people have to move forward, but sometimes I really want to stay in the past. I really want to go back to junior high school, to a warm autumn afternoon, lying on the bed, wearing a thin coat, covered with a quilt that smells of sunshine, playing melodious music and reading novels. At that time, it seemed that all the worries were dispersed by the sunshine outside the window, and there were no worries in my heart, only happiness. I have encountered a lot of things this year. Perhaps I have found my own life issues, which have not yet been resolved and are still being pursued. I long for distance, but I also want to find a quiet place. I don't know why I have so many worries at the age of sixteen. There is a kind of passage that makes me feel in a trance.
I feel like I want to come back and read and write a few lines of words every once in a while. I am more than half eighteen years old, and I am about to enter college. I have been admitted to the school I like and the major I like, but I am very confused, very, very confused. It costs more than 1,000 for a round trip home, and I have to face a strange city, strange roommates, strange classmates, and strange people alone. I like philosophy very much, but I am afraid that my English has not been good since I was a child, and my oral and listening skills are even worse. My parents are in their 50s and 60s. My brother just had a child. My mother quit her job to take care of the child. It's like my father is the only one raising a family. My father's job is unstable. I feel very guilty. When I was in junior high school, my parents worked very well. They bought books and peripherals, etc. I am confused about where I will go in the future. I am very lucky that my family is very supportive of me. I chose liberal arts and supported my application for philosophy, but sometimes I wonder, if I fill in the 211 in front and don't go to the school I like (yes, but I like it very much), would the 211 name be better? Although it is not a very favorite major, I don't want to deny my choice. I don't know where my path will be? Sometimes I feel that I am useless, sometimes I feel that my mother is too tired, why do I hate children, and I work hard to like them. Sometimes I wonder why I was scolded on the day I came back before the college entrance examination because I wanted to take a leave to sleep. Why did I enter the examination room with anger? Sometimes I feel like a supercilious person. My parents are very supportive of me, but I can't forget that they always give me a slap in the head at critical moments. , And then there was no apology, but another person said that I need to be considerate, I really need to be considerate, I don't want to take a holiday, I am afraid to hear my mother cough when I get home, I may be too emotional, I don't want to grow up, I don't want to get married, I am afraid, I am afraid that because of a person, I become a mother, I want to give birth to a child, I have to give my work, my time, and maybe even my freedom and my life for the so-called child. Maybe I'm just a little selfish. My mother always said that she would worry about me if I didn't get married and have children. She always said that she would worry about me if I ran out of the province. But I was worried about getting married and having children. I was even more worried about staying in Henan. Henan is very good, but I couldn't stand its education model. Three years in high school was like a nightmare. My grades were my barometer. I had to count the time. I had a stomachache that made me tremble during my menstrual period. I got a sentence from my teacher, "Why can't others bear with me?" I didn't know. When I had dysmenorrhea, I still felt a little bit of pain after taking two tablets of powerful analgesics. It was a very strange swelling and pain. But if I didn't have my menstrual period, I was afraid that my health would be bad. I didn't know why I had a uterus. I was shaking from pain time and time again. My hands were so painful that my hands were numb at school, and my consciousness was a little hazy. But Chinese medicine was useless, Western medicine was only effective with painkillers, and the examination showed no problems. Maybe I hate it a little bit. I feel like I can't love her even if I have a child. I don't have the ability to bear this responsibility, and I don't want her or him to feel uncomfortable because of it. I'm not a responsible person. I am always confused about my future, work, family, and where I will go in the future. People are powerless in the face of time. Sometimes I wonder why I can't be a "savage". I want to travel all over the world. Why can't I be a grain of soil, lying under the snow-capped mountains? Why can't I be a grass growing silently on the land? Why can't I be a snowflake, a bird, or a white cloud. Don't think so much, don't care so much.
I was admitted to a major that I hated in a school that I hated. Because I was the first college student in my family, I knew nothing and had no experience. I filled out the application form in a daze. After I was admitted, I found out that this major was a sinkhole regardless of my family. My heart was torn in two. Just like the article said, am I going to be trapped in a major that I hate for the rest of my life? I gave it a try and tried again, but it didn't work out again. I couldn't find a job even after I enrolled. To be honest, I didn't know what to do. When I was in high school, I had a clear goal, which was the college entrance examination. No matter how hard you work towards this goal, you are getting closer, but now it is not the case. We have been let go. The world has become bigger and smaller, free and yet restrained. Like a headless fly surrounding a shrouded vegetable market, I don't know where to conquer it. I don't know whether the front is fragrant fresh fruit or rotten leaves. It's so painful. I was lucky enough to be born in an era of rapid development, a safe and prosperous country, and a province with a high economic level. However, I unfortunately lived in the poorest county without enjoying excellent educational resources and living resources, and I knew nothing about most survival skills. I know this is biased. There are still outstanding talents in places with poor resources. I just want to complain about myself. Why am I always a little unlucky? I almost went to a better high school, almost went to a better class, and almost went to the school I wanted to study in the major I wanted to study. Lady luck will be with me, please.
Hello P! The first time I came into contact with your works was in the third grade of junior high school. I was about to take the high school entrance examination. Under the constant pressure and tension every day, I would always secretly read your works in bed. Although it seems that I was not serious at that time, the characters you wrote gave me a lot of spiritual motivation. I continue to watch your works until now. I am about to turn 18. This is an age when I stand at a crossroads in life. Now that I have entered my senior year of high school, as said in "21 Years Old", I am very confused about everything in the future. Now in my senior year of high school, I am very anxious and worried. Worry that your grades won't improve, worry that you won't be able to get into your ideal university, and worry that you won't be able to live up to your parents. Looking forward to it... But what I'm most worried about is that the end result won't be worthy of the effort I put in and my ambition. I am a person who has high demands on myself. Although I was born in a rural area, in a repressed town middle school that pursued the admission rate to a key high school to the extreme, I scored more than 700 points in the high school entrance examination. Although it was not the highest, I still managed to get into a key middle school in our city as I wished. But high school life feels completely different from what I expected, with the same laissez-faire teachers, classmates with the same weird talents, and the dormitory life where I can't go home because I'm far away from home. What makes me particularly uncomfortable is my grades. Ever since I was divided into classes, my grades have always been mediocre and I can't improve them no matter what. I usually listen very carefully in class, write homework carefully and review it after class, and usually buy materials and listen to online classes. I think I work harder than many classmates who get together to talk after class. However, in the end, after working hard for so long, my grades are only 400 or 500, which is barely in the middle of the class. Although our school is a key high school, plagiarism in our day class is particularly serious. Every time there is a monthly exam, more than half of the people bring their mobile phones, pass the test papers to the institution, and then copy the answers. They also bring small notes and pass the answers around when the invigilator is not paying attention. I was very angry at first. I thought that as long as I studied well enough, I would be able to get a higher score than those who copied the answers. However, they can do very well in the exam every time, but I am always in the middle of the class. Until now, I can't tell whether they really copied the answers or if they are really good. I feel like shit. My best friend since high school has dropped out of school due to mental reasons. Her grades are always at the top of the class, but she is anxious every day and always complains to me. I am even worse than her and can't say anything to comfort her. Now I'm the only one, and I haven't made any other good friends. Tomorrow I will take the initiative to hand in my mobile phone. I hope that in my senior year of high school, I can work hard to improve my grades to match my ambition and be admitted to the ideal university. Come on! May we all have a bright future.
Thank you priest I felt depressed for a long time. I was really confused. I went to a school and major I didn't like, had no employment prospects, had various bad changes at home, had an accident with my family, and had financial difficulties. I was too impatient and couldn't do anything well. I fell into a negative cycle. I had no dreams and all my hobbies and interests were put on hold. I couldn't find a goal that would fill me with fighting spirit. It all felt so far away in reality. I am very afraid of getting along with others, which makes me very troubled. I am also very lonely, not tactful, and find it difficult to integrate into groups. I cannot be generous. I really don't want to pursue this major, but I don't know what to do. Since the situation at home has been frequent, my parents have become more and more emotional. Therefore, I have become very alienated from my parents. It has been several years and I really can't find any meaning. However, the Internet said that this is how life goes by day by day. I always feel like I make the wrong choice every time, and my life gets worse and worse. It seems like life has just begun. I feel scared, but I am also vaguely looking forward to entering the next stage. Because I am too confused now, I hope that the next stage will come quickly and let me see if it gets better, whether it is time to bottom out or whether it is time to move up. But I'm scared and don't know where to go. After listening to online experiences, I feel even more panicked and lost. I'm afraid that there will only be more difficulties in the future.
Although I have admired the name of P Da for a long time, I have never watched Danmei. I accidentally clicked on the column and saw this essay. I happened to be 21 years old, although it was not today. It feels like a lot of fate! Love yourself and all the best.
What kind of age will I be when I am 21 years old? Now that I am 17 years old, I can only see the confusion and despair you wrote. I don't want to know what choices I will face and what the future will be. But thank you for telling me about your dreams and yourself. I will take the courage you gave me to the college entrance examination, university, and let go of my elders. Reading it now brings tears to my eyes. I can't imagine what it will be like reading 21. I can't even believe how lucky I am to come across this essay.
Now I have changed my account. A year ago, I posted a "long talk" under this article by Priest. I was very confused at that time. After all, the college entrance examination is still a year away. Now, the admission notice has come out and I have entered my ideal university. Although it is the first medical school in Shandong, it is indeed my favorite major, biomedical science. Looking back on the article "Big Brother" back then, Qian'er actually wanted to be a biological scientist when he was a child. If he was not forced by life later, he would not go into business. If you can live by thinking, it is really a happy thing. So I chose such a major. I know that life is not a novel, but the realism of P seems to reappear in each of our lives. My hometown is notoriously poor, and so is my family. Along with the admission notice comes a real problem. Our family has no money for me to go to college, but now the policy is good and I can apply for student loans. However, the major I chose is like gambling. If you study deeply, you will have no worries about work; if you graduate in a hurry, there will be no way out. My parents said they were unable to support me in taking the postgraduate entrance examination, but they still wanted me to prepare for work as soon as possible, so they didn't know whether I should pursue my dream or recognize the reality. Some relatives persuaded me to go to a junior college. I was very puzzled at the time, but the only reason they gave me was that after graduating from this junior college, I would have a job. They hoped that I would find a stable job and spend my life stably. But I don't like it. I don't know what my future will be like, but I am sure that I will be brave in the future. This summer after graduating from high school is the first time I enter society. Interest among strangers comes first. This is inevitable. But now it's time to break away from textbook thinking. It was a bit melancholy when I first started to contact it. People would look down upon me because of my clothes. I also initially realized that in society, one cannot be afraid of a slanted shadow if one is upright, and poverty is not the foundation of one's will. Vanity was inducing me to develop in a bad value direction. I also began to unconsciously learn from the flattery and exaggerated relationships of my elders, and fantasized about driving a Hongqi H9 back to my hometown ten years later to look majestic. Ha ha. This has gone against the original intention. In fact, what I want to say is that as a girl grows up, there are worries at every stage. No matter whether you achieve the results you want at that stage, you will always have to face certain difficulties. From my humble experience, the most important thing should be a person's original intention. Our future will include the pressure of study, the oppression of life, the death of loved ones... The future will be full of difficulties, and no one can fully prepare for it. So, girl, don't limit yourself to the current regrets. Let's face the problems happily and move towards the future. We are here to communicate about the future together, the older ones provide experience, and the younger ones absorb lessons. It is said on the Internet that the current environment is not good, and each of us will be the hero to break through this contradiction. We grow with help. We all have a bright future.
The girls in the comment area make people feel warm. We all have moments when we are confused. There are many girls who hold up umbrellas for others in the rain.
I must have read pp's articles when I was in the fifth or sixth grade of elementary school. At that time, I thought the things written by pp were so enigmatic. Even now that I am almost twenty-one years old, I still can't understand many of the things in them. But pp kept writing unremittingly, which also made me passionate about the things I love and fight for them. In the beginning, I was just a noob with poor grades and mediocre everything I did. Now I am working hard to get into college and manage my own life. I want to read pp's articles for the rest of my life. . 😭
I was very young when I first read this article, and I was confused about many of the descriptions. I just loved the warmth revealed in the words. Today is my 21st birthday, and I have fulfilled that wish. At the age of 21, I re-read "21 Years Old". It seems that there are a lot of insights, there seems to be a lot of things that I want to share, I seem to want to lament how P can understand so many things at this age, but it seems that going around in circles is just one sentence, live a good life, look up at the stars, and keep your feet on the ground.
Ouch, why do I want to cry so much😭
Find yourself a dream now
Everyone will get better and better
Have you changed the cover? [Rainbow Fart] looks good.
"I always want to say, in fact, addiction..." This is a big bug for the author~
God, I came across this article by chance. I am also 21 years old. I feel so touched.
Article I came across by chance. The high school student's eyes narrowed as he looked at it. . . [Purple Heart]
It will take some time to adjust the status and keep the article in progress. I hope everything is well with Pi [red heart]
I can't remember how many times I've watched it, but I remember wanting to cry every time I watched it. I originally wanted to say a lot, but there are always more important things waiting for me ahead. Just scribble a few words first, just like finding a place of comfort for yourself. I once left a comment here when I was fourteen years old. Now I am sixteen years old. Two years of time can be said to be long or short. But the passage of time makes people feel like they are in another world. When I checked my own space a while ago, I was surprised to find that I have changed a lot. It turns out that I loved life so much before, had so much energy to do so many things, and could live a full day. They say people have to move forward, but sometimes I really want to stay in the past. I really want to go back to junior high school, to a warm autumn afternoon, lying on the bed, wearing a thin coat, covered with a quilt that smells of sunshine, playing melodious music and reading novels. At that time, it seemed that all the worries were dispersed by the sunshine outside the window, and there were no worries in my heart, only happiness. I have encountered a lot of things this year. Perhaps I have found my own life issues, which have not yet been resolved and are still being pursued. I long for distance, but I also want to find a quiet place. I don't know why I have so many worries at the age of sixteen. There is a kind of passage that makes me feel in a trance.