Wrote copywriting for a day until the head turned into paste. In the evening, my wife made five dishes and a soup, and I drank two cups of sorghum old roast, and finally continued my life. Now I'm bare-chested, leaning against the bedside to write my thoughts. Half fireworks, half joy.
The soul of the soul was lost, and many spectators were invited to see how unlucky I looked. Put yourself on the cusp of the storm, borrow a theater building, the soul disperses, unloads the costume, and leaves a laughing place in vain. Immortal souls, boring and despicable. It's nothing more than to make yourself live like a person.
Halfway through the review of the manuscript, it can be sent to the editor-in-chief at the end of the month. Self-funding and cooperation, the right is between a thought. But my concept is always the same, and if I can sell my articles for money, it is an affirmation of my literary level. I am most annoyed with myself and amused, and I am obsessed with quenching my thirst. Just as a leader of the United Front Work Department said the day before yesterday: Writers? What works have you written? I still have that concept, I can't write a book for the sake of publishing a book, and there is no shortage of paper in the village.
Depression seems to be better, I am still waiting for the result, maybe one day a stimulus, committed again. I had been fighting with the air for three years, and I hoped that this time it would not become a failure again. One of the leaders said that day that I was full of hostility toward everyone and full of doubts about everyone. To be honest, I don't want to! Whose fault is it that I am where I am today?
In three years, in addition to harvesting depression, there is also a new book that will be published soon, "Let the Sun Shine into the Depressed Soul". At dinner in the evening, I told my wife that there is no ineffective social interaction in life. The wife was puzzled, and then I gave a few examples, and the wife listened to it and suddenly realized. In fact, what can make people enlightened is never a great enlightenment, but an unforgettable experience. I never regret my original decision, but anyone who regrets it must be an excuse for weakness.
Today is tired, the wine is very strong, the mood is very refreshing, the soul is flowing, this is probably the most beautiful time. As for depression, there is a debt and a master, and the result comes out, which can be half better. If there are still no results, continue. Born of what sin in the human world, toss enough, go to hell and then make trouble!