Looking back bit by bit, the real feelings in the heart

I'm not a waiter, just delivering food. Temporarily do other side jobs, and can not get the printing of wages, only a little more than 3,000, make a fart. I remember that in the past, I was very free to simply deliver takeaways, play when I wanted to play, and run a single if I wanted to do it. Think about this private hotel all kinds of dots, everywhere restricted, really fucking irritable. There are many rules for small private restaurants. If it weren't for the debt of flowers, I would have finished flashing people a long time ago.

Give me the deepest pain feeling, now I am, cheap labor, stupid waste utilization.

I remembered how easy it was to deliver food in the previous five years, and I remembered that there were too many restrictions on food delivery in restaurants now, and I was forced everywhere. Hall Leo, Lion King, I have to suffer from this kind of anger, who can blame, can not blame others, feel that some aspects of myself are really too incompetent.

Obviously knowing that the hotel is of this commercial nature, but still have to be angry with this kind of sullenness, who is angry to show? Obviously know that the rules of the hotel to do nine o'clock casual work, give you food to eat, you do not eat, who can blame? Ask yourself, aren't you the inner manifestation of a fool? And there is no one to comfort you, and no one to do the tail sweeping work for you, why should you be sullen with someone who knows how to calculate carefully? There's really no need. It's not worth it. Anger will only add to your own blockage, and there will be problems in the liver when you breathe out, and you really can't scratch it. Persuade yourself not to get angry anymore.

Now I especially regret that I did not love to read in the past, and the loss of not being self-motivated is really a deep understanding that I can't eat the pain of reading, and I must suffer from life, and this kind of suffering in life is far more bitter than the pain of reading. Deeply appreciate a sentence said by my father when he was alive, the young man did not work hard to be sad, and really understood.

Now I especially want to learn from the media, think I will computer, will install the system, will play mobile phones, know the benefits of using the brain, but also afraid of learning will not make money from the media, now the only way out, seize the time to quickly self-study, hurry up and strengthen themselves, even if there is no one to help, watch mobile phone videos to learn self-media, need a lot of time to learn, a lot of video clips of knowledge. Can't live on the salary of food delivery, too passive. It can only be used to repay accounts, not pocket money, and if you want more pocket money, you can only rely on wisdom and rely on yourself to fight. Stop complaining. Stop complaining. Others can't give you the comfort you want. Others will only look at your jokes, I hope you are getting worse and worse, and even hate you to die, how do you not starve to death, how can you not die of anger, forget it, the sorrow of adults, everything is counted, now I, deeply aware that the pain of adulthood is the state of intransigence caused by the dissatisfaction with reality.

Depressed people like me abound, there are too many people who are better than me, less than the top, more than the bottom. I found that this person was very miserable in the world, and no matter how painful it was, he had to endure hardship, and he could not be too sad, and it was not good to be sad too much. There will still be happy places in life, think more about happiness, learning English is my greatest happiness, even if the difficulty coefficient is very large, I have to go forward. Especially want to learn self-media to make money, like my type is the most suitable for learning.