I am addicted to the past, because I am afraid of who I am now, and I don't want to face myself after experiencing this colorful and ruthless world.
Day after day, growing up helplessly, the same day after day, refusing to grow up.
Some people have survived this fierce self-struggle. They buried their past selves and degenerated into new selves. During the day, they seem to be in good spirits, but they may quietly face their hearts in some late nights. The buried self mourns and sighs. Some people are always wandering between growth and refusal to grow. Sometimes they are naive, simple and stubborn, and they are amazing; sometimes they seem to see through everything in the world, and they are sober and realistic that make people shudder. They also don't know what kind of self is the real self, and they are also frightened by their extreme state.
Others maintain an escape from growing up. They prefer to hide in the airtight shell prepared for themselves, not to see, not to listen, and to be invisible to those things that may cause certain damage to their spiritual pure land. They are careful to protect themselves, and at the same time deceive themselves. Thinking that this way, their lives will be peaceful and bright. Until one day, his broken small fence could no longer withstand the violent storms of the outside world, and he had to face everything, but he was completely powerless.
Every child wants to grow up quickly, but when they do, they start to refuse to grow up.
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