Small Talk
We never live in the best era. Cuz it doesn't exist. Everything can be better. We get improvement in revolution,maybe it comes with a war.
I can't regard it as nothing when it means everything.
For a long time,I just want to cry.
When I'm getting old whether I could not care about my appearance and other meaningless stuffs,whether I could put any messy things behind and let everything I regret to do go. Maybe getting old feels like nothing is fresh to me,cuz I will have experienced every emotions and everything I could meet. My surface will be a mess,but I won't care about it any more when I can only sit on my chair. It's just my skin,can only store the trace of the years passed by. I will have a universe of thoughts and a stomach of stories to talk. I will hope to have someone staying with me and listening to my stories. And I'd rather spend the last years of my life reviewing everything I have ever experienced and every scene I have ever been in. And if one day I couldn't move any more or even totally blind,and my brain is the only thing works,whether I will feel lonely while I couldn't feel anyone's existence. I will die with my memory,alone.
From my diary
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