难过的一天

A bad day

My heart is cold.

I doubt whether it's worthwhile to spend so much time on homework. Why don't you try so hard to cry? Why don't you try your best to shed tears all over your eyes and keep sliding down? Why think for a long time and the result is always like this? Why do those people and you say the same thing many times, you know the truth, but still do not really understand? Why have you been so upset lately? Why do you feel sad when those things happen to you? Why do you hate yourself so much, so much?

And why do you come from yourself? Think, hate, grieve, and hurt yourself. How can you not understand that the purpose of enjoying happiness now is to have a garbage life in the future, on the contrary, the purpose of suffering now is to have a good life in the future.

You don't understand these principles, do you? How come so many people say you still can't listen to them? You don't seem to be satisfied with what you do, and you don't have that much confidence in yourself. What's the point of doing these things?

You say, do you really exist in this colorful world? Do you really exist?

I can't see those efforts, those doubled, doubled or even doubled efforts, what about you? Where is your effort? Was it swallowed up by laziness?