Inner monologue

Time is like an arrow, the sun and the moon are like shuttles, and the days pass in the blink of an eye, and they are gone forever. I am twelve years old this year, why did I become an introverted person who was once lively? The memories of the happy times of the past are gone in my mind. But why is the picture of sadness and anger clearly imprinted in my mind, and I wander in the ethereal world. I remember that I used to develop faster than my peers, so I was often ridiculed and ridiculed by others. Every time an animal is raised, a cat or a dog is stolen by a neighbor. But the most profound thing that struck me was that one of my dogs, Kuroko, died of illness. The speed it once brought to me I still haven't forgotten, and the back of the time it barked at my dog is still imprinted in my mind, and I haven't forgotten it. Now I forget what it looked like. I can only fantasize about its figure a little bit in my dreams. I found that the shadows of my childhood could not be washed away. Now I am very abnormal, because I am not as innocent and carefree as other teenagers. It's just that I live very tired, because I need to adjust to the new environment for a long time. How out of place I was with them, I lived in the garden as if I were a stranger in the shadows. I have a more introverted personality and low self-esteem. So my friend is only one. But although he has friends, he is often alone and alone. I fantasized that if I were just soaring freely in the blue sky. My heart is hollow. There are only stump and leaves in the spiritual world, and there is no life. There are some dull flowers in the hunched waist.