Time, Please Don't Make Me Sad

When I can't sleep at night, I always hope there's a place where I can indulge in a little sentimentality. Actually, the stories I write are all true; they are more like things from the past than stories. As for those unfilled plot points, they always require life experience to fill in.

I'd like to see the "likes" from 2017; let me see if I have enough people to push things forward.

I don't know if I like your writing or your story. I will continue reading, and I hope the people in the story will have a better future.

I dug out my old Sharp phone today; it's pink and solar-powered, but I've never had the courage to charge it. Inside, there's a picture of someone I'd kept for ages, someone I just couldn't bring myself to put down.

I received a sarcastic message from an old friend—not really a friend—that I hardly know. It really hurt, so I decided to write him in my book. Damn it, I'll write him down! From now on, anyone who messes with me will be written in my book. Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha. I'll write them all down!

I think this book could be further polished and published.

While shopping at the supermarket today, I saw an older man who looked exactly like someone I used to love. Seeing that he wasn't living a very good life made me feel much better.

A friend recommended this to me, and it took me half a day to finish reading it. The writing is good, keep it up! I'm a fan.

This morning, my maternal grandmother asked my maternal grandfather, "Honey, have I been good to you?" My maternal grandmother asked my maternal grandfather at noon today, "Honey, have I been good to you?" This afternoon, my maternal grandmother asked my maternal grandfather, "Honey, have I been good to you?" Finally, tonight, my grandpa was thirsty, and my grandma asked him again.

Years later, if I am fortunate enough to meet his child, I will definitely tell him, "Auntie used to love your father very much!"