Sometimes lies are for better truth. I always want to use lies to deceive myself to deceive others. This is all good intentions, because everyone has a temper and when they are in a bad mood, they always have to 'take care' a little.
When I first read it, I was puzzled by many translations in it. I always thought it was the translator's oolong. I wondered if the same words appeared on the big screen in the cinema.
Friends are like a wastebasket, and those who are willing to listen to your nonsense and collect your nonsense are good friends.
But I still don't trust friends. So when I get angry, I always hide and walk by myself, and my friends can easily guess where I am, even though I say that it is not the case, is it useful?
I can't give out 100% sincerity, I believe everyone is, this is out of the subconscious to protect myself.
All around us are some friends who use you, and you also use his friends.
It's not easy to find a true friend!
Because of the fear of strange eyes. The friend you know, when you endure several times and finally can't bear to tell the truth, you start to worry that he will convey it like another person, conveying it, so the world knows it.
That's why they won't open their hearts.
The root of everything is from oneself, it is not that the person you want to trust is untrustworthy, but the 'mole' in your heart is at work. like max.
The 'mole' of max is vincent. Of course, it is difficult for me to accept such a sudden change. People who dare to express their true feelings in middle age have basically disappeared, so it is impossible to be accepted.
Regardless of the aspect of love, Max still has a hard time forgetting that friendship.
However, I hope my friends around me don't wait until they lose a friend to understand.
I don't want my friends to 'go away' alone. But when the material is in front of me, one day if I fail to clear the clouds, I will regret it for the rest of my life.
The saddest thing is that I have never been friends in my heart.
I am an extremely slow-moving person, and the people who can be my real friends are from 3 years, 5 years and 7 years.
But the people who betrayed me were often close friends with me, even older than my current friends.
When I don't trust friends, I don't trust commitments, and the little things can irritate me, it's not without reason.
One day, my classmate said that he could not understand my article. Actually I was pissed.
They don't know me, even I live with them every day, sleeping in the next bunk, head to head, breathing the same air. The breath faded out deeply and shallowly.
We discuss the same issues, tell the same jokes, get mad at the same people, and even eat each other's dishes. But still do not understand.
It is impossible for me to talk about my past, I am not free and easy to a certain extent.
So I started to rely on words, and my classmates hinted that there was something wrong with my way of expression.
The reason I started to get angry was that he once said that what you said was very philosophical, and now he said he couldn't understand it. I think it's all a lie, he must not have read all of my stuff.
If it were me, neither would I. I don't necessarily care what state he is in.
But our current relationship should still be laughing and talking.
Let's talk about my so-called friend, she and I have a relationship... This year should be the fourth year, but she always says what are you complaining about. She thought my article was a complaint.
She just glanced at the articles I sent in the past. It's true that I'm happy for me, but I don't know what I want to express.
Is there something wrong with my expression or their viewing is not comprehensive enough?
All have.
But I can't decide that he/she is not my friend.
Facing the questions that may be brought by familiar people, do we really dare to speak our heart?
Rarely have the kind of courageous 'fool'.
The lies mentioned in the play, we really all have. When we have money, we want to show off, because we have to be strong.
When the capital of showing off is large enough, choose to keep a low profile, because you are afraid that others will think you are showing off.
It's all lies, starting with a change to the numbers.
Matter is indeed a cloud, but you have to fight for it, because that's what some people expect from you. And do you see other people's expectations as your own dreams?
Who is it to look at? Or maybe the parents will?
Stop hiding and hurting each other.
Starting with the simplest of friends, I decided to trust words once, my friend.
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