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Should I roll it up? The college entrance examination is only half a year away... Emmm, I've been reading your writing since I was in junior high school, and I really, really like your writing style. Just... Yang Li's book directly developed my XP, and also indirectly influenced the names of the protagonists in the novels I came up with in the future, which all have the word "" next to them. For example, Tongah, Huaah, etc. In short, Dada has had a great influence on me, and I really like Dada (//

When I was very sleepy and couldn't sleep, I suddenly thought of Yang Li, so I touched my wife's column again... I took a breath of the very gentle text and held it there... Zzz... I was also struggling during the postgraduate entrance examination. I worked day and night from morning to night without communicating with others. I read novels without knowing what the world was. Looking back, I was very depressed and felt like I had some mental problem. But now we are in World War II. This time I plan to apply to this school and just want to have a place to study. Let's take this step first and then think about the further future. Stick to each other, hug. I like my wife.

Love... My strength still prevents me from touching love. I am a person with low self-esteem and even cowardice. My legs will start to shake when someone looks at me without going on stage, my vocal cords will start to stick together, and I will hesitate to speak. I will repeat a word dozens of times. Others will listen patiently to me at the beginning and interrupt me at the end of my words impatiently. I am a cowardly and even cold person. I feel that the world is like a terrifying blade house. Everyone walks in it like knives. Beautiful and friendly people are enthusiastic in their hearts. Their outer bodies are covered with a solid and soft layer of steel called love. But I don't have this layer of steel. I just look up at the world with my naked body and twisted head. I am very scared. Very, very scared. Talking about how women use it, how much bride price they spent, how much hardship they suffered, arguing about water and electricity bills every day and night, blaming each other, I just listened, I was just in pain, I was just afraid. What is love? After reading countless stories, your words still touch me. I like everything you said very much. I feel the resonance from it. I hope you can get along happily with him in the third dimension. Best wishes.

I am deeply afraid that I am not a beautiful jade, so I dare not study hard, but I half-believe that I am a beautiful jade, so I do not want to be mediocre and associate with rubble. Suddenly I felt that this sentence was very suitable. Even though I have been working for more than a year, I still feel like I have just become an adult.

I didn't expect to see some discussions on lovelorn and emotions here. I am a friend ≈0 and emotionally slow person. It's been a month and a half since I was dumped, and I've barely told anyone around me. There were only three or two acquaintances in the three times, and no online friends. I didn't dare tell my family, and I didn't know who to talk to. I could only seize the opportunity to complain in an angry and hesitant way, but I didn't dare to say that I still liked him. Nearly 7 years of time, dedication and living habits, working hard to save money to spend with him, looking forward to the future compensation he promised for the scars of the past, came to an end unexpectedly. The only familiar senior who can have a long conversation is also the one who is forced to accept her lover as a friend in a foreign relationship. She would come to care about the progress from time to time, but I didn't know how to answer. How can a person who is suddenly blocked from all platforms make progress? After the first 2 weeks of desperately trying to make contact and trying to run to his city, I had lost my strength. Even if the call is answered now, I don't know what to say (his cell phone is also working hard, and the blacklist is so long now, hahaha). Full of unwillingness, reluctance, anger, worry, confusion, and powerlessness, but no matter how much I say it, it seems that it will make the senior sister feel sad. Let's just live like this. Becoming listless but grumpy. Sometimes I wonder, what do I want? What else can I do? How can I love myself and live life to the fullest like the books do? I'm glad that I don't look like those lovelorn people in movies, TV shows and on the internet, crying all day long to lose 30 pounds. Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to hide it in my daily life. (I'm actually really looking forward to losing weight. After taking medicine every day for 3 months, I only lost 2 pounds. I'm so angry.)

In fact, magnolia flowers have bloomed recently where I live, and they are white. Although I have to endure a lot of panic and weakness every step of the way, I always want to see them. After I saw it, I thought, ah, it's just a tree with white flowers, and then I continued walking with my weak body and my heart about to jump out of my throat. It seems that those specific nouns related to life, emotional exchanges, and life aspirations are not the scenery I see, but the road under my feet measured in time. If you think about it this way, it seems that you can face all losses and gains calmly, whether it is saying thank you with a smile or saying goodbye.

It's really weird. I obviously believe in the existence of love, but in fact I am an out-and-out stay-at-home party. Occasionally, he would make noises about wanting to fall in love, but the enthusiasm would quickly fade away, and he would break the relationship at the first glance, never taking action. In this way, I even hope to meet someone who understands me, preferably when I am thirty or forty years old, and then we can be together in a normal way. But a confidant is the hardest to find

I feel like I am also in the period when I failed to take the postgraduate entrance examination. I am in a bad state, and I am in a bad state. It is obviously very painful, but I just want to be broken. I probably don't know what is wrong with me, but it is like this. I am struggling in pain, ups and downs, watching myself in pain, but indifferent... I am so tired, but I don't seem to have the right to say I am tired. This state is really annoying!

You're so cute. I like you very much. PS: Please wish me success in the college entrance examination!!!

To be honest, I feel pretty much the same as the author. I am the kind of person who memorizes a manuscript for three or four days and rehearses it countless times in private in front of the mirror. But as soon as I go on stage or stand in front of people, my mind goes blank. I just stand there helplessly, nervously grabbing the corners of my clothes with my hands, feeling like everyone is laughing at me. Me, the difference is that I am not as good as Dada, my grades are not good, and I don't dare to look at the teacher. Rather, I am afraid to look at or talk to all the elders. I have no hope for love, but I am not only afraid of the changes brought about by love, but also have an inferiority complex. I always think, "Who can see this?" "Fuck me?" But I think you can be more confident, because you are much better than me, and much better than many people. If it is suitable, stay together, if not, separate. You can complain, or you can cry and forget all the unpleasantness, and then continue to live. But you still have to live outside. Protect yourself, don't go to remote and uninhabited places, don't eat food handled by unfamiliar people, contact good friends or parents in advance before going out, and it's best to bring some self-defense items. In short, I wish your love life a smooth journey, I like big words very much, and will always support it (am I talking too much)