2012年4月19日星期四

Occasionally gray mood

I want to find a place, a person, listen to the music you like, look at the books you like, eat the food they like.set up company Then the silly daze, think of what you left a few tears, perhaps is the content of the book moved, perhaps text reminds me of what, perhaps is the music I touched a sensitive lacrimal gland.
At night, they go back to the dormitory from the teaching building, very dark, very afraid, one hand clutching the clothes, a flip mobile phone mail list, trying to find someone to talk to me, just a few minutes, but turned it over and over again. This one? No, he may and students in playing games. This? No, he may be in the chat with my girlfriend. This one? Not, maybe he has slept. This? No, she's novels. This one? No, she may be read a book. This? No, we are not familiar with. This? Everyone is busy with his own affairs, no people have time to accompany me to say a few words. Afraid to look around, too black, too quiet. The mobile phone voice put greatly, make yourself heard her sole hit the ground. Finally to endure the dormitory door, familiar with lighting makes people feel abnormal mind. The dormitory, seems to be on the road to guess it, everyone is busy with their own business, phone, read a book, go to bed ... I didn't bother them. Try to be washed, climbed into bed, into the world of their own.
Familiar with the stay here forever music, oh my telephone. Put down the book, remove the headset," Hey, what's up?" The subtle. Oh, it is boring to give me a call. Considering the dormitory quiet, whispered a few words to hang, use information, chat a few words, you don't know what to say. I didn't and recovery, no friend again, he probably also have nothing to say to. Naturally into their world. Ears of music, the text in the book, always make me think a lot.
Put out the lamp, lie down, thinking can not stop turning. Memories memories, think of high school students, life. Think about the family, about the recent events. Think of what, in micro-blog on the kind of sentiment. Borrowed words, is my most loving way. My habit is silent vent.

The N time friend said: don't have a boyfriend?. I laughed again, no boyfriend very strange? There will always be people who say, looking for someone to take care of you. Oh, and speechless, I was a bit do not take care of themselves, be negligent, pure Luchi, often very late to return to the dormitory, but there was no answer to my ... But it will not be to find a boyfriend reason. I don't need to be take care of, and for this reason, to find a boyfriend, but I do not want to. Well, do not want to, this is not my main problem.
Slowly happened, let me start not to trust people, there will always be people who lie to me, in addition to his family, no one will really treat yourself, if really is extravagant to me, so don't cheat can always be right. Start very sad, now much better, but still have a little sad. When you have no way to trust someone, or you can not believe the man, would be very deep. But, like a man, than to believe. Have a look, dormitory of others, still maintain the original state.
Occasionally grey time:2012-04-19 source: Author: waking dream reading: loading..
I want to find a place, a person, listen to the music you like, look at the books you like, eat the food they like. Then the silly daze, think of what you left a few tears, perhaps is the content of the book moved, perhaps text reminds me of what, perhaps is the music I touched a sensitive lacrimal gland.
At night, they go back to the dormitory from the teaching building, very dark, very afraid, one hand clutching the clothes, a flip mobile phone mail list, trying to find someone to talk to me, just a few minutes, but turned it over and over again. This one? No, he may and students in playing games. This? No, he may be in the chat with my girlfriend. This one? Not, maybe he has slept. This? No, she's novels. This one? No, she may be read a book. This? No, we are not familiar with. This? Everyone is busy with his own affairs, no people have time to accompany me to say a few words. Afraid to look around, too blackfurniture prices suspected, too quiet. The mobile phone voice put greatly, make yourself heard her sole hit the ground. Finally to endure the dormitory door, familiar with lighting makes people feel abnormal mind. The dormitory, seems to be on the road to guess it, everyone is busy with their own business, phone, read a book, go to bed ... I didn't bother them. Try to be washed, climbed into bed, into the world of their own.
Familiar with the stay here forever music, oh my telephone. Put down the book, remove the headset," Hey, what's up?" The subtle. Oh, it is boring to give me a call. Considering the dormitory quiet, whispered a few words to hang, use information, chat a few words, you don't know what to say. I didn't and recovery, no friend again, he probably also have nothing to say to. Naturally into their world. Ears of music, the text in the book, always make me think a lot.
Put out the lamp, lie down, thinking can not stop turning. Memories memories, think of high school students, life. Think about the family, about the recent events. Think of what, in micro-blog on the kind of sentiment. Borrowed words, is my most loving way. My habit is silent vent.
The N time friend said: don't have a boyfriend?. I laughed again, no boyfriend very strange? There will always be people who say, looking for someone to take care of you. Oh, and speechless, I was a bit do not take care of themselves, be negligent, pure Luchi, often very late to return to the dormitory, but there was no answer to my ... But it will not be to find a boyfriend reason. I don't need to be take care of, and for this reason, to find a boyfriend, but I do not want to. Well, do not want to, this is not my main problem.
Slowly happened, let me start not to trust people, there will always be people who lie to me, in addition to his family, no one will really treat yourself, if really is extravagant to me, so don't cheat can always be right. Start very sad, now much better, but still have a little sad. When you have no way to trust someone, or you can not believe the man, would be very deep. But, like a man, than to believe. Have a look, dormitory of others, still maintain the original state.