It's a diary

Chapter 162 5.16
A lot has happened recently, and I don’t know where to start or how to say it.

All said and done, they are actually just unpleasant things.

Days go by as usual, but there are some small changes compared to before.

The small changes mentioned here are both good and bad.

I can't tell the difference. I can't tell whether I am living a good life or whether I am waiting to suffer.

This school is not bad.

But I won’t take the initiative to help it recruit students.

Good, but not good enough.

I can't explain it in a few words. Most of the time, I don't care about these things and just try hard to live my life now.

I occasionally want to go back to Beiyu.

But this thought will cease to exist after I wake up.However, in the evening, when everyone is staring at the dark night outside the window, it will suddenly rekindle and become more and more intense like a fire that has not been completely extinguished.

On Monday morning, my classmate who was sleeping out bought rice balls.

Because I want to raise the flag, I carry it in my pocket.I was greedy for as long as I stood there that day.

Just for a moment, Monday was over.I was in a trance again, and here we are now.It seemed like the incident of squatting at the door of the training room and eating rice balls happened yesterday.

No, this happened yesterday.

Today is Tuesday, I ate shaomai and drank soy milk in the canteen.The good mood starts early in the morning and ends when school is almost over.

Then I was happy again, until now.

He likes to talk nonsense very much, and he likes to talk to anyone.

Oops, I'm going to become an old lady.

I have become a lot lazy, or in other words, I am essentially such a lazy person.

I really like this kind of life. I am free to do whatever I want, as happy as a bird.

You can always see some sparrows wandering lazily on the ground in many corners of the campus.They don't recruit people, and no one pays attention to them. At most, they just look at them twice.

The manifestation of laziness is that because I dislike the muggy weather, I haven't written much for two weeks. Most of the time I lie on the pile of books on the table and look out the window, with the wind blowing in and brushing my face.

The chirping of cicadas can already be heard.It is summer.

In fact, I don’t really have much intention to write anything, although I still have as much to say as ever.

Regarding some of my weird thoughts, some annoying things in life, and some of the "new" friends I have made, there are many, many.

But I have almost no time.

Go to bed at noon, wash clothes in the afternoon, then go to eat and go to class, with some time in between.But at that time, I was mostly in a daze listening to the noisy radio on campus, and the wind also came in from outside.

This is good.

After all, the fan above my head is broken and it depends entirely on the wind outside.

I couldn’t sleep well and I didn’t know what to say.

In fact, I am still the same in essence, not much has changed.

The fear of people comes from the heart.

This is a problem that I can't solve yet.

(End of this chapter)