Essay Notes

Maybe no one will always be there, but there will always be someone, give me a hug

... Let me prove that I still remember the author. I remember the author who made me realize one late night that I was not "brain-sick" or "neurotic". In the past few months, friendships collapsed, parents were dissatisfied, failed the college entrance examination, and old illnesses relapsed one after another, but maybe it was suppressed for too long. These were more like the first lightning and the first thunder in the sky that had been dull for too long - although I couldn't cry and just wanted to laugh. All the unnecessary thoughts that others or I thought were "unnecessary moaning" in the past became my anchor point. I still don't know what I want, but I know what I don't want. I still don't know what I have, but I know what I don't have, so I have an almost cold calmness after a brief collapse. I don't know if this is good or bad, but at least it has allowed me to "survive the desperate situation" at the moment. ........ What nonsense am I talking about? I don't know if I have the qualifications to say this: but I sincerely hope that both the author and I can continue to grow and get better—not in the eyes of others, but as long as I feel that I am better.

Although it's a week late, happy birthday

When will Xiaoyu come back to write?