P Last night was the last night before the start of high school, and it was also the night I was closest to heroin in 17 years. I didn't go clubbing, nor made friends with drug lord, but under the weight of one after another of disappointment, I wanted to turn around and leave. I couldn't bear it anymore. I had to get a shot. Drug addiction drove me. So at midnight, at midnight, I turned off the light but turned on my phone and started watching a movie about desertion and escape. I really like the drug shots in various movies, and "Guessing the Train" is the best. Take the credit card and chop up the white lump in the paper bag, roll it up in a thin tube, or dissolve the white powder on a metal spoon, underneath a bunch of flames shaking like addicts, or squeeze a rubber band on your arm , Inserted the needle of Shui Lingling into the blood vessel at a small angle, then his back softened, his eyes turned white, and he fell on the carpet-wherever he fell in love. No matter his body is riddled with holes, his soul has already ascended to heaven, self-destruction is always attractive, not to mention this destruction is full of happiness without losing dreams. If heaven is also discounted at the price, the one that costs 300 yuan a gram is better than the one that pays for a lottery ticket for a lifetime. Heroin is not just a drug. Its real name is "give up", give up fighting, give up fighting, give up the three-piece suit, big TV and low cholesterol, give up the life of splattering on the toilet like shit. Spiritual heroin is as sweet and cheerful as material heroin. What's even better is that it is the only Rome in the world, and all roads lead to it. I remember seeing a picture in which the comic version of Maria in "The Sound of Music" was dancing on the green lawn, with the words "As long as you give up today, the winter vacation will begin!" No matter where you stand, taking a step back will always be the sea and the sky, and the majestic marching team implies the choice of turning around and running away at any time. As long as you relax the string in your mind, nothing will be lost, refreshed and persevering. You don’t even need to get anything special. Once you lose everything, you will naturally become a millionaire. Trivial can’t interfere with you. Worries no longer exist. There is Walden in the dirtiest toilet in Scotland. You can even get hit by a car on the street. To give a pure smile, to give up the two words is already a plethora of happiness, only the proletarian is the master of this world. So whenever I was in desperation, I thought of the heroin road behind me and waited forever like a loving mother. Even thinking of history, those who bite their tongues and commit suicide, those who retreat to the mountains and forests have them, those who cry when they are poor, and those who eat fish with their bodies, are nothing more than being fed up with life, and choose heroin-to withdraw from the eternal gladiatorial fight and seek True freedom... But heroin does not cure all diseases. You wander beyond the cosmos, but even drugs are changing , You can’t stand still, there are dead babies on the bed, pests carried by cats on the ground, prisons and courts are waiting for you every time you go out, and friends who go to the sky together will only occupy your mattress, use Their four feet compete with your head for territory, detonate your brain with violent catharsis, uncover your veil with a pack of money, and finally let you see that you are lonely as if you were just born. Between this time and the next, between handing in banknotes and receiving goods, between waiting and piercing, between leaning back and falling to the ground, between the initial pleasure and the declining nerves, full of All of them are densely packed dregs, and they are all life that can't be escaped. Life is too thick, too thick, and no matter how much it is mixed in, it can’t be diluted by half; life is too thin and too thin. In the highest purity liquid medicine, in the clearest ocean, it can always be detected as a dazzling force. Impurities. There is no way to heroin. Heroin is just a tall and complex maze-like transit station. When you turn inside, you will have to exit from the exit, and continue to entangle and be unreliable. As long as you are still alive, (or even dead,) it is impossible to avoid boredom, pain, suffocation, and groggy. The roar of the huge monster at the end of the road shook, some people escaped into heroin, some people escaped into youth, Some people escaped into walking with their brains cut off, and some escaped into mortgage payment and marriage. But the fact is that the door cannot be touched on the wall, and after hundreds of thousands of turns, it will only return by different paths. The monster cannot hide, and the monster is the journey itself every year. So we can be angry for a lifetime, and refuse to accept it for a lifetime, but there is no way to escape and fly for a lifetime. In the final analysis, running away and flying is just another kind of exhaustion, and the self-defeating nature of choosing "no choice" is doomed to its sorrow. But before this huge list of options, I couldn't make a decision. Sometimes I wanted a lot of friends, wages, and dogs, and sometimes I just wanted to shut everything out, silently cursing all the boredom that humans have given me. It goes back and forth, end to end, like a drug Renton can't quit. But I knew in my heart that it seemed that I was swaying between the college entrance examination and heroin, from here to there, but in fact it was nothing but self-deception. Just like at the beginning of the movie, Renton ran wildly on the street, the shadows were so blurred that they could not distinguish their faces, as if they were about to use the energy of self-immolation of youth to push up the spacecraft that escaped the gravity; but in the end, he stopped the car by himself, slowly and quietly. Quietly, turned around again and walked towards life. , Detonate your brain with violent catharsis, lift your veil with a pack of money, and finally let you see that you are lonely as if you were just born. Between this time and the next, between handing in banknotes and receiving goods, between waiting and piercing, between leaning back and falling to the ground, between the initial pleasure and the declining nerves, full of All of them are densely packed dregs, and they are all life that can't be escaped. Life is too thick, too thick, and no matter how much it is mixed in, it can’t be diluted by half; life is too thin and too thin. In the highest purity liquid medicine, in the clearest ocean, it can always be detected as a dazzling force. Impurities. There is no way to heroin. Heroin is just a tall and complex maze-like transit station. When you turn inside, you will have to exit from the exit, and continue to entangle and be unreliable. As long as you are still alive, (or even dead,) it is impossible to avoid boredom, pain, suffocation, and groggy. The roar of the huge monster at the end of the road shook, some people escaped into heroin, some people escaped into youth, Some people escaped into walking with their brains cut off, and some escaped into mortgage payment and marriage. But the fact is that the door cannot be touched on the wall, and after hundreds of thousands of turns, it will only return by different paths. The monster cannot hide, and the monster is the journey itself every year. So we can be angry for a lifetime, and refuse to accept it for a lifetime, but there is no way to escape and fly for a lifetime. In the final analysis, running away and flying is just another kind of exhaustion, and the self-defeating nature of choosing "no choice" is doomed to its sorrow. But before this huge list of options, I couldn't make a decision. Sometimes I wanted a lot of friends, wages, and dogs, and sometimes I just wanted to shut everything out, silently cursing all the boredom that humans have given me. It goes back and forth, end to end, like a drug Renton can't quit. But I knew in my heart that it seemed that I was swaying between the college entrance examination and heroin, from here to there, but in fact it was nothing but self-deception. Just like at the beginning of the movie, Renton ran wildly on the street, the shadows were so blurred that they could not distinguish their faces, as if they were about to use the energy of self-immolation of youth to push up the spacecraft that escaped the gravity; but in the end, he stopped the car by himself, slowly and quietly. Quietly, turned around again and walked towards life. , Detonate your brain with violent catharsis, lift your veil with a pack of money, and finally let you see that you are lonely as if you were just born. Between this time and the next, between handing in banknotes and receiving goods, between waiting and piercing, between leaning back and falling to the ground, between the initial pleasure and the declining nerves, full of All of them are densely packed dregs, and they are all life that can't be escaped. Life is too thick, too thick, and no matter how much it is mixed in, it can’t be diluted by half; life is too thin and too thin. In the highest purity liquid medicine, in the clearest ocean, it can always be detected as a dazzling force. Impurities. There is no way to heroin. Heroin is just a tall and complex maze-like transit station. When you turn inside, you will have to exit from the exit, and continue to entangle and be unreliable. As long as you are still alive, (or even dead,) it is impossible to avoid boredom, pain, suffocation, and groggy. The roar of the huge monster at the end of the road shook, some people escaped into heroin, some people escaped into youth, Some people escaped into walking with their brains cut off, and some escaped into mortgage payment and marriage. But the fact is that the door cannot be touched on the wall, and after hundreds of thousands of turns, it will only return by different paths. The monster cannot hide, and the monster is the journey itself every year. So we can be angry for a lifetime, and refuse to accept it for a lifetime, but there is no way to escape and fly for a lifetime. In the final analysis, running away and flying is just another kind of exhaustion, and the self-defeating nature of choosing "no choice" is doomed to its sorrow. But before this huge list of options, I couldn't make a decision. Sometimes I wanted a lot of friends, wages, and dogs, and sometimes I just wanted to shut everything out, silently cursing all the boredom that humans have given me. It goes back and forth, end to end, like a drug Renton can't quit. But I knew in my heart that it seemed that I was swaying between the college entrance examination and heroin, from here to there, but in fact it was nothing but self-deception. Just like at the beginning of the movie, Renton ran wildly on the street, the shadows were so blurred that they could not distinguish their faces, as if they were about to use the energy of self-immolation of youth to push up the spacecraft that escaped the gravity; but in the end, he stopped the car by himself, slowly and quietly. Quietly, turned around again and walked towards life. Too fine, too fine, in the highest purity medicinal solution, in the clearest ocean, it can always detect the impurity of its dazzling majesty. There is no way to heroin. Heroin is just a tall and complex maze-like transit station. When you turn inside, you will have to exit from the exit, and continue to entangle and be unreliable. As long as you are still alive, (or even dead,) it is impossible to avoid boredom, pain, suffocation, and groggy. The roar of the huge monster at the end of the road shook, some people escaped into heroin, some people escaped into youth, Some people escaped into walking with their brains cut off, and some escaped into mortgage payment and marriage. But the fact is that the door cannot be touched on the wall, and after hundreds of thousands of turns, it will only return by different paths. The monster cannot hide, and the monster is the journey itself every year. So we can be angry for a lifetime, and refuse to accept it for a lifetime, but there is no way to escape and fly for a lifetime. In the final analysis, running away and flying is just another kind of exhaustion, and the self-defeating nature of choosing "no choice" is doomed to its sorrow. But before this huge list of options, I couldn't make a decision. Sometimes I wanted a lot of friends, wages, and dogs, and sometimes I just wanted to shut everything out, silently cursing all the boredom that humans have given me. It goes back and forth, end to end, like a drug Renton can't quit. But I knew in my heart that it seemed that I was swaying between the college entrance examination and heroin, from here to there, but in fact it was nothing but self-deception. Just like at the beginning of the movie, Renton ran wildly on the street, the shadows were so blurred that they could not distinguish their faces, as if they were about to use the energy of self-immolation of youth to push up the spacecraft that escaped the gravity; but in the end, he stopped the car by himself, slowly and quietly. Quietly, turned around again and walked towards life. Too fine, too fine, in the highest purity medicinal solution, in the clearest ocean, it can always detect the impurity of its dazzling majesty. There is no way to heroin. Heroin is just a tall and complex maze-like transit station. When you turn inside, you will have to exit from the exit, and continue to entangle and be unreliable. As long as you are still alive, (or even dead,) it is impossible to avoid boredom, pain, suffocation, and groggy. The roar of the huge monster at the end of the road shook, some people escaped into heroin, some people escaped into youth, Some people escaped into walking with their brains cut off, and some escaped into mortgage payment and marriage. But the fact is that the door cannot be touched on the wall, and after hundreds of thousands of turns, it will only return by different paths. The monster cannot hide, and the monster is the journey itself every year. So we can be angry for a lifetime, and refuse to accept it for a lifetime, but there is no way to escape and fly for a lifetime. In the final analysis, running away and flying is just another kind of exhaustion, and the self-defeating nature of choosing "no choice" is doomed to its sorrow. But before this huge list of options, I couldn't make a decision. Sometimes I wanted a lot of friends, wages, and dogs, and sometimes I just wanted to shut everything out, silently cursing all the boredom that humans have given me. It goes back and forth, end to end, like a drug Renton can't quit. But I knew in my heart that it seemed that I was swaying between the college entrance examination and heroin, from here to there, but in fact it was nothing but self-deception. Just like at the beginning of the movie, Renton ran wildly on the street, the shadows were so blurred that they could not distinguish their faces, as if they were about to use the energy of self-immolation of youth to push up the spacecraft that escaped the gravity; but in the end, he stopped the car by himself, slowly and quietly. Quietly, turned around again and walked towards life. sorrow. But before this huge list of options, I couldn't make a decision. Sometimes I wanted a lot of friends, wages, and dogs, and sometimes I just wanted to shut everything out, silently cursing all the boredom that humans have given me. It goes back and forth, end to end, like a drug Renton can't quit. But I knew in my heart that it seemed that I was swaying between the college entrance examination and heroin, from here to there, but in fact it was nothing but self-deception. Just like at the beginning of the movie, Renton ran wildly on the street, the shadows were so blurred that they could not distinguish their faces, as if they were about to use the energy of self-immolation of youth to push up the spacecraft that escaped the gravity; but in the end, he stopped the car by himself, slowly and quietly. Quietly, turned around again and walked towards life. sorrow. But before this huge list of options, I couldn't make a decision. Sometimes I wanted a lot of friends, wages, and dogs, and sometimes I just wanted to shut everything out, silently cursing all the boredom that humans have given me. It goes back and forth, end to end, like a drug Renton can't quit. But I knew in my heart that it seemed that I was swaying between the college entrance examination and heroin, from here to there, but in fact it was nothing but self-deception. Just like at the beginning of the movie, Renton ran wildly on the street, the shadows were so blurred that they could not distinguish their faces, as if they were about to use the energy of self-immolation of youth to push up the spacecraft that escaped the gravity; but in the end, he stopped the car by himself, slowly and quietly. Quietly, turned around again and walked towards life.
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Digression: Read the recommended soundtrack The Drugs Don't Work by The Verve.
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