This year I was twenty-one year-old,
Aspiring towards the school. Into
the community, left the innocence of the era, came into contact with
the community on all kinds of things and all sorts of people. We
as parents are not the old children, the situation is not so concerned
about our schools, more of a concern in the community based on how we,
who have begun to slowly shift the burden to us. Every day we no longer sigh, how many jobs finish school. Began to sigh to find any work, how to find a job. We started confused, holding copies of their well-prepared resume, a loss in that start. In
this way a loss, a loss, we follow the attention from a dollar, not
buying them things start to their living expenses, the Society had to
save money. Life gradually began to change. Up
time from 12 noon each day into a 7 am, sleep time from 11 pm into the
night: we are not so fond of playing, and instead of a harder struggle
than the school. Met
friends and relatives not to ask you a little more examinations, more
is asked how much salary a month now, there is no talk about a
girlfriend. Chat topics, from a variety of online games into a car, house. . . Dinner discussions often talk to him a girlfriend, he was ready to get married that year.
This year I was twenty-one year-old,
Occasionally lonely, occasionally miss a person. Was so turbulent love, love so true. We began to chase a dream, will not easily shed tears, will not give up for that setback. Not the young and frivolous, the setbacks and difficulties, as is a temper, try to accommodate, try to accept it.
This year I was twenty-one year-old,
Recall once, we do too much wrong, take too many detours, we always regret it. But we go back, go back that once age. When we were invisible social pressures overwhelmed, we desire to have the love. Desire to work every day to have a personal, dinner, watching movies. We need a person to us, to share something. We have a great route, we need someone to us and encouraging. Maybe
we will want to give up occasionally tired, but when we think of, there
are individuals around us who care, take a deep breath and continue to
move forward, I believe there is always a stop to the other side.
This year I was twenty-one year-old,
Alone when we did not find a friend to go out binge. We stealth qq. See who online, see the familiar people, would like to say something, and finally nothing. Repeatedly tangled. . We have space to refresh again and again to see who updated the mood to see who updated the log. Trouble when no longer complain. We quietly. Listening quietly watching, it is very realistic and very hypocritical world. . . .
This year I was twenty-one year-old,
Obviously want to cry, still laughing. Obviously very much, but pretend it does not matter. Obviously wanted to leave, but firm, said to leave. Obviously very painful, but simply said he is very happy. Obviously forget, says has been forgotten. Obviously does not fit, said she was her, I am me. Obviously reluctant, saying that I have had enough. Obviously that is against one of the lies, said it is her truth. Obviously almost tears overflow the eyes, but heads held high. Clearly has been irretrievably lost, but still persistent. Know they are injured, said the old not new do not come. Obviously
disguised tired, but still ......... to just have to hide their crisp
fall, even if very sad, would pretend to be indifferent. . . Just do not want others to see their wounds, do not want others to sympathize with their own. . . Just
in my heart to bear alone, although distressed difficult to breathe,
but smiled and told everyone "I'm all right!" And then calm down and
when he would joke himself, why disguised himself so strong? If they can withstand all the suffering ....
Oh, this tired, tired.
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