I bid farewell to 2019, 2020 to meet me

I was born in 1998, in 2016 it became an adult according to the law, but only in accordance with the process of time, with 18 years as an adult human judgment standard was too mechanical, unreasonable. Until this year, I found myself to be an adult, you want to own something to fight for, to take some responsibility, to take care of other people's feelings. Growing up is an art. IM still learning.

In 2019, the last days, I should write something in memory of two decades of my most depressing day. I do not know when to begin, I began to live frustrated, lose confidence in the future. I was actually had a strange idea: If I know my end of the road at the foot of what it was like, I still need to continue to go on it? May really there are so few moments, I feel like I've been able to see the end of the road looks like, feels no need to continue to go up. However, the good walk cowardly shortcomings in those moments I become a life-saving straw. In these days of invisible light, it seems to me an incredible thing happened. When approaching the end of 2018, happened to know a magical girl Jiao Yang beyond, at the beginning did not feel what I felt she was very interesting, and then read the "creation of 101", he found himself unwittingly become a groupie. In fact, this society Starchaser nothing, but in my opinion just chrysanthemum flower green years, I was extremely despise groupies. See friends one after another because of the life force to catch the stars, sigh, good children have such waste. Who wanted to let Young go beyond this girl a completely reduced to a letter of groupies, who became a most annoying person. Starchaser days, good and bad. I know some people around Starchaser should not be too much. Starchaser day and did not let me live to see the sun, let me also added more hostility, just gave me a reason to continue to go down. Now, I should have been not a groupie, but next year will still see the concert. In my opinion, Starchaser still escape from reality, the desire for nothingness.

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