I don t like the world, I only like you 1

I don't like the world, I just like you to read it in full.

I'm a forest tree. Da Bing said:

Fate is jealous, always stingy to give the world eternal peace, the oak sky always caught people off guard and stuffed people into the roller coaster at once, no matter how afraid you struggle, you will not stop easily, you have to turn the bumps of perfection into fragments, and then order you to exhaust half of your life to make up for it.

We spend our whole lives trying to live, to piece together those fragmented pieces into a whole life.

A lot of times I feel about other people's lives. They say that being alive is the happiest thing in the world, you can do without everything, but as long as you live, you have everything. But being alive is also a very painful thing for some people, and it is really tiring to say insincere words and maintain a peaceful smile on the surface.

He is unwilling to accept everything that the world has given him, and on the other hand, he is disgusted that he can't get rid of himself like this.

Muzi in life is a very caring girl, will listen to you very patiently, uncomfortable she will also find out for the first time, warm the baby, make brown sugar water a piece of nothing, everyone is unwilling to do what she is willing, I feel very close to her but not so intimate, but I feel a little estranged. She doesn't talk much, and no one targets her, and she follows when she jokes. But I often find that after she has laughed, her face changes immediately when she turns around, as if it is tiring to maintain this movement.

Actually, I kind of understand her, she must be very tired.

So when I saw her laughing again, I was actually very distressed, and I said, "I'm so tired of living, why don't I die." I know it's a cruel question, and I don't know why it's coming out of my mouth. Everyone thinks that life is the most precious, but I know that she doesn't.

She really felt that death was a relief, a kind of relaxation. She said: "Because I still have myself, although nothing in this world really belongs to me, and I still have myself, if I die, it is not because of myself, but because I don't like this world, if I want to one day, it means that I really don't like this world."

I'm really curious about what she's been through all these years to be able to say something like this plainly.

looked at a thin and small person, rejecting everything that reality gave her, but refusing so hard.

She said, "No, it's not, I didn't reject anything the world gave me, but I accepted whatever it gave me, I accepted criticism, praise, violence, I accepted everything, it doesn't matter, but that doesn't mean I have to be in it, I'm an independent person."

She said these words calmly, with a slight smile on her face.

I really feel sorry for this girl, how did such a thin person grow up to now, she must be very lonely. Never express yourself, just casually agree.

We spend our lives wandering from place to place, searching for missing love and security for long periods of time. Keep falling, and keep redeeming yourself. We never compromised with fate.

Márquez wrote in One Hundred Years of Solitude:

All the splendor that has ever been in life needs to be repaid with loneliness after all.

She's not lonely, she's just lonely.