I want to go home, but home is no longer a haven!
A person is working outside, trying to pay back the debt owed by the young and crazy, and struggling in this emotionless city.
The phone and WeChat used to ring non-stop. Now the network chicken soup is enough to drink and full. There are gradually no friends around, living a life of three o'clock and one line every day, very boring, very lonely, how many insomnia late nights lighting cigarettes, looking at the world outside the window. I remembered the bits and pieces of the past few years, slept on the streets in December, and sought perfection for a few hundred dollars, and there was no longer the youthful madness I once had.
Two years have passed, the debt has been cleared, looking back and finding that there is no one behind me, in the past two years, few people even know where I am, almost cut off all contact, just start! I regret it, I lived like this, and then I experienced more, and if I think about it carefully, it is nothing, at least I let myself grow.
In fact, several times I want to go home, think about myself who has nothing, what to take back, no car, no house and no girlfriend, many people know how bad I am now.
Forget it, stay up, it will always get better, at least change your current situation, the account has been cleared, try to improve yourself, I am still young Nothing is impossible!