One extra tired tired
. Is not tired, is tired.
November holidays, the cervical old and sick and guilty, sleep is not good, though not the most serious state, but also in the first day halo brain swelling, spaced spent. the body tired, lazy mind will follow up, do not want to move the brain, even the book did not want to see, just sitting in a daze. the subway is really boring to watch movies online under , drama mm month ago, I bought a MP4, my the Qizhe. no blank days, rush but unexamined.
cousin to give me about a girlfriend, agreed to go to see his aging mother, about half a month several times finally agreed to meet today and the result was early in the morning someone called and said a cold, to meet again to bathing, the first time in 35 years Old Wu courage of the blind has become such a result out, could not help but laugh at myself think about themselves.
call to cancel the restaurant reservation, and then opened a small general background music mm colleagues helped carved CDmm Norah Jones jazz., who is the beginning of the quilt, wiping the glass doors and windows and bookshelves, also went to buy special compression quilt Carrefour plastic bag, put away the thin quilt hh Fortunately, I packed the nest is small, is still not tired of vomiting blood. , looked at the > Second, I decided to down a bowl of home
cold Even today, this bowl is the thick quilt; the blanket re-enable; my bed looks comfortable than ever, I hope it helps me sleep.
have packed the room and bed, and sat down to tea to see drama, last year's iron Guanyin left a few packets, losing no time to drink, good to finish this year, Malian Road to buy a new tea.
tomorrow morning to go with Dr. Wang, Ya-together fat. fat Ah took her home the day after tomorrow to flee to Canada, I say to her? But the good thing is certain, where the milk is cow personally not depression, but also trapped, but they are not sleepy.
Third, my tears were tears
shallow nest, but only watching movies or TV series like tears. I almost never cry for themselves, I the lack of people who think they want to cry all the elements.
my plot is the most common cry go to Hawaii a month later bear his re-marriage, feeling abandoned, whining and weeping like so I really feel bad, went through along with tears. children are always helpless, helpless people to pity the children in particular. Iranian film name to win a new pair of shoes, but accidentally ran a brother missed the first and shoes. Although only a pair of shoes, but it is big and difficult child.
Sometimes, the performance of plot it makes me cry. He ended the journey with Monopoly's death back home, when the whole family to eat together talking and laughing, when dinner was over, he pulled up when the beloved wife dancing, I was surging for Morgan Freeman a kind of ultimate happiness.
Maybe in my heart of hearts, there is a lingering regret that I did not have a mm with understanding, tolerance and love to build the house, which made me have a particular yearning for happiness, But at the same time in a very long period of time that it is so remote, that the lack of courage to fight for happiness, happiness that way in practice timid. I'm not complaining, but sorry, very sorry, it makes my life not so good.
Could it be, I was in life through the TV drama, for his tears?
reason for the courage to begin the final attempt, in fact decided to move forward, not forward to will never grow. I was very clear that marriage is a difficult thing, even if there is love, it is still difficult. I think I have to do to prepare to face these difficulties, but also the preparation of the necessary wisdom and patience. Even if ultimately failed, but also the courage to face frankly. of course, can truly happy life practice to do so, though to be hard, but in the end still have to revel.
four winter
winter comes!
Another year is passing away! media who love the year-end inventory and also begin!
2008, want to remember, but more to forget. If I choose a character of the year, I would choose the word mm !
Although everyone knows, surgery may be the tumor
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