Yesterday I was probably sick and couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. I simply touched it and lit a cigarette. The dog in the fence immediately barked when he heard the noise. In response, I barked too.

There are two me in life, one is me and the other is me, because I have been torn apart. Yesterday I was probably sick and couldn't sleep in the middle of the night. I simply touched it and lit a cigarette. The dog in the fence immediately barked when he heard the noise. In response, I barked too. I leaned on the balcony railing and continued to smoke. I smoked half of it, and the wind also smoked half of it. I don't care about following the trend. I think he also has his own worries.

I opened the salary slip just issued the day before and looked at it. There was no hope for this job. Under the dim moonlight, only two words appeared crookedly: It’s time to go. I have always been optimistic about life and love work, and I never bothered to talk about salary in the worst possible way. However, I had no idea that wages in first-tier cities could be so low, which made the thought of leaving my job even more intense. There is no pure gold, no one is perfect, and I am just greedy for money.

I think this job is probably like the resurgence of the weather in the south. The air becomes extremely humid, and there are still a series of water droplets hanging on the wall. I still can't do it. I think I should be like this wall at this moment, and I can't do it either. There is no such thing as resignation in the world, but there are more people who resign. Maybe the work is a bit boring and I can't give up quietly. Maybe I have been suppressed in life for too long and arguing is of no use. I don't understand why people in the world have to live like this. I don't want to do this, but I have to do it.

People always need some social interaction, and I think I probably need it too. Thinking back to those weekends, my best friends exchanged glasses of wine, chatted and laughed, and sat next to each other at the bar. I wonder how the whiteness of the East could ever have made us free and happy! However, I have lost these in . In the complicated work day after day, people always like to say something to me, which is nothing but big cakes. They seem to think that these big cakes are enough to feed me, turning me into a tamed wild horse, which can be driven forward with one whip after another. The previous work was not tiring, but I felt it was of little use. The pie in the words is not big, but it still cannot add some color to life. Time is spent, the years are getting older, but still nothing is gained. After thinking about it again and again, I opened my eyes and saw that there was still some uneaten food at home, so I thought it was time to put an end to it. I'm about to go far away, maybe fly high too.