It was never the last straw that broke the camel's back, but every one on his body.
Adult collapse is silent, every knot that makes people unable to vent is slowly entangled in their hearts, but in the end it is because of an insignificant thing that makes people burst out in an instant. But he is called "poor pressure resistance"
A person's heart can be strong enough, but it is also fragile like a glass bottle placed on the windowsill of your home. When the wind blows, it will always be shaking. I even accidentally fell into pieces
I used to be so breathless because of all kinds of things that I was so colorful that I was suddenly turned gray, and my legs were always missing a root when I walked on the road, like a walking corpse. Anxiety, decadent, moody... It seems that all the pessimistic words became part of my body overnight
During that period, I was in debt, failed to start a business, and broke up love. I even thought that God really thought I shouldn't live in this fascinating world, standing on the roof, as if I had been integrated into that beautiful environment with wind, moon, and stars. Nothing to think about, just drift with the wind that night.
But unfortunately, a phone call from thousands of miles away pulled me into reality. Looking at the stairs beneath my feet, my legs kept shaking at that moment. Later, it was hard to imagine how I walked up and how I walked up.
That night, I talked with my friend for a long time, and he still doesn't know that one late at night, a phone call saved a friend who was not good-for-nothing
Once upon a time, the group of friends we shared our lives every night has not ringed for a long time; we, who once left school with lofty ambitions and vowed to break out of a world, are now in a mess...
I often think that those depressed poets who write poems may just like me, think that they should be a self-mockery, laugh at their inability to integrate into the society at the beginning, and are struggling to find their personal position in that era?
I have always regarded myself as a failed person. I have been graduating for nearly five years, but I have not found my own place in this society. After changing jobs one by one, I always feel that it is not my own. I reflected on it, um, is it that I am too fucking
What kind of talents do I need in this society now? I have always believed in the sentence "I was born to be useful" by Li Bai. Maybe at a certain point in time, I will find my own position. I won't be confused, I won't be anxious, I won't be afraid of every straw that presses on me
