be yourself
people do not want to talk about the real life,I don't want to talk about it ,it brings nothing but the pain,the frustration and the balefulness..words always seemed exaggerated but the real pain is stronger than them,we daren't talk,we talk with confines,because we're afraid to be different,everyone's limited,you only talk about things that you think people would understand, acceptant views,you never say anything wrong,but the price is high,you became the dummy of the soul.but you have to write,day after day,what did you think in the whole day?the thought is like the stream,you can't catch it and you can't touch it,it's transient,you wanna miss it,leave it,if you want to save it,remember it,you have to pay attention to it.