In fact, everyone's life experience is different, maybe only those who really love you can understand some pain. Don't be sad, keep trying, try to change, even though you don't seem to have changed others, at least you can change yourself.
I still remember when I was a kid, every time my parents would fight and fight, I really thought the world was so bad. I always go to two rooms after they're done, talk to them, ask them to forgive each other, and ask them to reflect on themselves at the same time. Then they never heard of it. Many times I wrote to my dad, I was alone in the house, and I wrote to my dad with the door closed, I thought he saw how I was feeling, and he would change a little because of me, at least without violence. Then every time I write, I cry while writing, and almost every letter is soaked and then dried. Often tear off a page or two of the Zuo text, or tear off a page or two from your own notebook. I probably started the habit of writing articles at this time, and then I stopped writing to him because I found that it didn't work. Later, people often said, if you can talk like this, you and your father have a good talk, and he will listen to you. Hahaha, outsiders are always like this, after all they can only talk.
Later, I remembered that my aunt was very angry because I persuaded my parents to divorce. She felt that this is not what I should say as a daughter. Then I would like to ask what should I say, why did you really look at my life experience, I called my aunt many times and said that my parents were fighting, can you think of a way, and then you just said , let me not worry, you said you would come over in a while. But you always come after three or four days, and I don't really expect anything from you, because this is not your family. Then my pain is not your pain.
When I realize that no matter what I do, whether I get good grades or not, whether I'm real or fake, gentle or cranky, you won't change. At that time, I actually became indifferent. I listened indifferently to your crying, listened to your hypocritical words that you wanted me to love me, and criticized you indifferently, but I couldn't actually do it. Every time the ending is to cry after a big fight with you, I don't understand why the world remains the same. I don't understand why you are also the same.
I think I'm satisfied with myself no matter what, I know to care about others, at least I know that it's immoral to hurt others for no reason. The world I have built is not false, it is real. The lotus flowers growing out of the mud are white, indeed white.
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