Sand. essay. Twenty-eight. About newzealand, about memories, about me

Yesterday, I bought a cup of mint chocolate at newzealand for 25 yuan. So I said sadly to Fatty, you see, three years ago, this cup of fun only took 18 years. He continued to drive his bay shore 3 with emotion, while I sat down and silently recalled. But just now, I was bored and looked at the blog two or three years ago, and I found that everything has never changed, but my memories have turned the past into a good time.

In the past and now, everything around you has never been worse, but you think that the bright sunshine is no longer shining. I threw myself into grief, and then fell into a panic. I was struggling to pull myself out of this quagmire and easily put myself into it.
I always think that I hate people like this or that, but in the end I find myself getting more and more annoying. I always want to give me some confidence, give me some peace of mind, but I always refuse to give them to me. I always want others to feel at ease with me, but I am not able to feel at ease with others.
I suddenly found out that it was just two years ago. Then I slapped myself, And everything around me had not changed. What power do I have to question ?!
I 've written a lot of blogs these days. I have no idea, no culture, no reason, no human nature. I'm wondering when to start a computer and delete them, even though I have never had this habit.