1. Anyway, it is an incurable disease, seize the last time to enjoy life
2. Persist in therapy, even if there is little hope, at any cost3
. So and so go die
you choose a few?
I chose 1 without hesitation at the time. I didn't want to make my last days sad. Then he said congratulations, according to scientific research, people with the first and third mindsets are more likely to develop cancer than those with the second mindset.
Maybe, but I don't believe it, I say he farts. He said sorry and just congratulated me.
If it wasn't for my sudden death, how would I arrange my last days?
Singer said, "Life is a dance on the grave." When I was pretending to be a literary youth, I especially liked this sentence. Then I got old and liked a little dark humor, so I saw Allen as a confidant and enjoyed his line, "Ladies, grab your skirts, and now you're going to hell..." But you I know, "don't guess what a woman thinks", I often don't hold a straw until old age, life is too short, there's nothing wrong with liking something more, as if I'm taller, although sometimes it's just visual The illusion of confusion. Anyway, I suddenly thought, why not? :
"I live to make elaborate arrangements and designs for how to die" to
make a name, to make a profit, or to be filled with happy memories? Although it is obvious that the first two are much simpler than the last one seems simple. Do not believe?
Otherwise, will you be moved by watching "My Life Without Me"? Although it is a very common plot to write an annual birthday card for one's own daughter before she dies, that's not exactly what I want to say. Ann's final days weren't anything but vigorous. So, I cried.
When it hurts, it contains a piece of sugar, ginger, spicy, but very comfortable. It must be deeper than the Wangzai milk candy I ate.
Standing in the rain to feel my presence, sitting in a 24-hour coffee shop writing letters, visiting my father who is serving a sentence, continuing to do night work - cleaning college campuses, going to the day and night laundry to do laundry, trying to change my face Get a brighter hairstyle, go to a nightclub that you seldom go to before, invite your companions to come to your house, love your husband and two daughters as always...
but fall in love with a second man again. Returning his coat on a rainy night, listening to a song sent by his sister in his car, silence... Something is churning in my heart, suppressing people's breathing, dark surging, and the blood keeps surging Sensitize the cells all over your body, like thousands of ants stroking your internal organs, itching. Then she said "I'm going to scream if you don't kiss me again" and sure enough, she screamed and he pressed his lips to her wet lips.
It started like this, she was so warm and natural in his arms, no commitment, no yesterday and no tomorrow. Why does she have that kind of magical power? Even in this bizarre love triangle, it is difficult to condemn her in the slightest. Her feelings are so calm and heavy, which makes people believe that she has enough love to continue. distribute to those around you. Did she betray her husband? Is she cheating on another man? She loves and feels love so earnestly that people can't bear to blame. Why be blamed? Who can know love, understand love, and need love more than her?
I am amazed at my own thought. I have always insisted that love should be whole and pure. why? On what stormy night was my mind raped? No, because she doesn't think she's frivolous or ridiculous, I don't have the right to think she's playing with feelings. The original meaning is entirely given by the parties. The taster's tone may be weak, or let it bulge and blow your mind, shake you and overwhelm you, only a firm self-awareness can cover the airtight wall. How do you know if I'm joking or loving? Who gives you the right to judge?
Why should I make inferences about the contingency or non-meaning of feelings? Who am I going to prove to? Feelings are the most innocent and innocent, but they are often violated by the so-called "meaning" violence. Why should reason intervene, why not let the heart choose?
Why do I feel that it is love and deny myself again and again?
Look no further.
yes i love you.
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