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Понедельник 12 ноября 2012
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nicepenny | 2012-11-12 11:10:46

Very quiet night, quiet, quiet people can hear you breathing sound. At one point, I was lying in bed, a little sleepy didn't make blind and disorderly conjectures, mind, think about the past, think of, think of the future!

Think about the past, an ignorant youth, to their university dreams, diligently persistence. While two had experienced a failure, but I am also a station on the runway, finally, I successfully! At that time, the life is very bitter, very tired, the pressure of big mountain, especially the high fill two years. However, the intense study, instead of feeling full, with a happy, because my heart is not dead, and the dream of hearts!

Now I, I can only use the blank to describe. Big four, think over the past few years of university life, I was a changed man, learn not high school when the kind of passion, what seems to have become indifferent.

Class, eat, sleep, like a few years this whole life, my heart in this environment gradually assimilated, slowly dying! More than three years, I fall, like a piece in the lake of autumn leaves, drift, without direction. Learning achievement flatly light, love is a blank, I don't think I have what to do meaningful things, perhaps none at all. Some students say that I love to laugh, say one day I very happy. In fact, this is just an illusion, we are happy, know best!

I really hate it and the pattern of life of life, for me, it is an unattractive life, do not feel a bit of interest in life! Standing on the edge of graduation, many things, all kinds of pressure, attendant. Work, life, family, we have to face, can not escape.

Now, do not have hands so that I can spend the capital, not so that we can waste time, before long, be on the community. Think of the parents, is a bit more for them, have failed to live up to their expectations. For so many years, if not their spiritual and material support, I don't know what I doing now, maybe like them, repair the earth! Parents is not easy, these years are bitter, a few do not know! These years, I what they did? If there is No. Every time I go back to the village, home, they found more than the previous old.

Tonight, I was sleepless! My tears, only for the night, leaving the pillow, I do not want others to see. Tomorrow, a new beginning, a new samsara. I know, this is my strong when, this is my time to work hard. I can't just fall down, not so weak!

Think of my parents, I will be heartache, heartache is a good thing, no real die, it let me feel my heart was still alive! I know, I found the answer. Arise, it had lost the road heart! I am not a person, their parents there, in order to them, for their own,

I must go, must fight!

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