Originally, my temper was very weak and I didn't care about anything. This seems to be more indifferent to things and people. I accidentally saw this sentence that day: "People who seem to have nothing on the surface have a completely broken place inside." I stared at this sentence for a long time. Then I couldn't help crying.
I used to like to tell others when I was unhappy, like to hug a good friend to comfort me, like to send all kinds of sad stories, and like to change my avatar and QQ signature frequently.
But I don't change my avatar and signature now, and I don't talk to my good friends unless they ask me. I learned to hide my emotions quietly, I will heal myself, I will collapse to the extreme, I will be inexplicably upset, and then I will take a shower and sleep to escape.
Now I seem to be used to taking a bath when I am unhappy, silently watching the water drop fall on my naked body, and then closing my eyes, I don't know what I am thinking.
When I woke up, the cheerful and lively me seemed to come back in an instant. This is the girl I love, and this is me. I will not be defeated by life. I still want to give myself the strength and courage I need, although I hope someone can tell me that I don't need to pretend to be so strong.
Now I am used to having classes at noon every morning, reviewing Band 4 in the library in the afternoon, running five laps in the playground at night and walking four laps around the playground. Simple, full and interesting life, slow pace of life, not too much emotional fluctuation. I think that's good.
Probably, I have been running recently, and I feel that my sleep quality has improved. I won't stay up late again. I will definitely close my eyes and get ready for bed before eleven o'clock. Of course, I'm not going running to lose weight or anything. I just think that college students should exercise more, read more books and do more meaningful things for themselves.
I'm addicted to cutting videos. I'm addicted to cutting videos these days when I have nothing to do. I like watching anime. I always feel that it is full of more or less warmth and healing, which will bring me a lot of spiritual comfort. So, I set out to edit the animation video.
I don't know when I started to paint cars as sad replicas faster. Watch a short video of Aauto Quicker every day, and be teased by comments from time to time. The video pokes my heart from time to time, and I am empty and confused. I have also seen emotional breakdown and shed tears silently from time to time. So I began to edit short videos of copywriting type, and also became addicted to copywriting type writing platform, either sad or cured.
Not surprisingly, my future career development direction belongs to the category of media. Then why not start now? Actually, I started doing it in my freshman year, but I spent three days fishing and two days drying my net. This can't happen again.
Now I am used to getting up in the morning, washing, skin care and then putting on makeup, and putting on exquisite makeup for myself, although the makeup technology is not so good. But I am also learning slowly. It will look better if I learn to make up, and it will look better if I learn to wear clothes.
I began to discuss with the girls around me which liquid foundation is true, white or dull, which red is whiter and which clothes are more beautiful. Before that, I didn't seem very interested in these.
I hope all the girls will remember that you are not good-looking to please anyone, let alone boys. But when you stand in front of the mirror, you are so confident and beautiful that you can't put it down yourself. Besides, which girl doesn't want to be exquisite and beautiful?
Of course, what I just said is only the external aspect. I also began to pay attention to the recent hot topics of news and current affairs (professional necessities) and began to learn to write news comments on those hot topics bit by bit. When I saw something that suddenly inspired me, I began to write with code words, began to get back the habit of reading books every day, insisted on reading a few pages before going to bed, began to get back the habit of recording my life before, and began to speak actively in professional classes instead of just below.
I was really happy the day I was successfully elected as a party activist. Before, some people always said that it was very watery, and the school would eventually allocate places to those student union cadres. But seeing the final shortlist, I can be sure that I got it by my own efforts. In this training exam, I was the seventh among nearly 200 people. Coincidentally, Yin Zhien was the sixth, and our scores were the same. Not the kui is my good sister!
I didn't get the national inspirational scholarship. To tell you the truth, I feel a little sad. However, I can't help it. I didn't do very well in the exam. Obviously, the professional score is the fourth, and the total score after the final evaluation is the eighth. The ratio of the school is 6: 4, so it is an art school and pays less attention to academic performance. I feel that this ratio is not very good, and it is unfair to add credits to those who participate in fewer activities and join fewer departments. Anyway, keep working hard this semester! No matter whether you can get a scholarship or not, you must try to do one thing well anyway!
At present, I have a bad cold. I don't have a fever, but the temperature beyond my usual body temperature torments me. Love my aunt every month, and come to see me on time at this time. I was really helpless when two people were attacked.
I feel very uncomfortable, very uncomfortable. I don't want to move at all. I don't want to go to class. I have a stomachache and a hoarse voice. It's really difficult to take medicine. I've been sneezing and running nose. I am so sad.
However, this time, I didn't have the habit of sending a message to the boy saying "my stomach hurts" when I couldn't sleep during my menstrual period in the middle of the night, and I didn't have the habit of sending him a message saying "I have a cold and feel terrible".
Ah ... write it here ... I really want to cry ... ah ... I can't help it ... I'd better cry. ...
No matter how sad the day is, remember to take off makeup carefully, wash your face and take a bath, blow dry your hair and go to bed safely. A bed is like a capsule. Time flies, it will take you to a bright morning.
After all, there are too many unspeakable regrets, hidden in tears, falling in the years, defeated in stubbornness, and then disappearing into the sea of people.