Speaking from high school, anyway, the darkest part is me. It seems that besides studying, falling in love in high school, there are 2200 students who did not study well in the second year of junior high school. I struggled for a year in high school mathematics with 1500 marks or 44 points, and finally fell in love with 900 students in the first year of high school.
The only person who wrote me a letter or a breakup is Haha. He didn't eat, I sent snacks, smoked, I sent green arrows, and every night I wrote a joke. Now I remember that some senior high school students ended up in the key class, but it was exciting that the last one in the key class of liberal arts was afraid to go in with his schoolbag. I was afraid to die. I really didn't dare to touch them because of that. Inferiority high, World War II, trembling with fear for a year, or that way, I don't know why I didn't like the key class, and I made one or two intimate friends, but I felt that the key class was very deep. That kind of feeling that she knew the topic would not teach you that kind of ha ha. 2. There was a boy who I thought I was not worthy of.
Stimulated me to withdraw from the key class. The senior three class teacher is my sophomore Chinese teacher who is very afraid of grade two. I ended up following up with me. He was in the third grade class. We were assigned to a class. We went to see the shift table together. We didn't see him happy. It seemed that my nightmare had begun. There was a saying that I could catch up with you. He has always been in the top 5 of the class. He has also been tested as the first class assistant, but my nightmare has started. I do not know why it is probably not mature. Because I think it is good to be nice to him. He will be on duty to help him carry it up. If he does not eat at his table, he will go out to buy beer. He will wait for him in the school parking lot for an hour and two hours to help him carry water. He cleans the blackboard and even fails his exam. I feel I'm wrong with him.
Good for his brother. Good for his brother. Every morning at six o'clock, he learns to come to school early to help him or her brother and some of my friends. He doesn't wash his hair. He's afraid that he'll be late because he buys fried chicken at noon. It seems that many girls have done such silly things for other people. Too many, too many countless. I don't know if I love him or not, but I just want to think about one thing that I'm good with him. I just don't want to say that all the bad things he has done may have passed. Anyway, after one year, I've been scarred and even cut my wrists. I don't have confidence in my life. Under the pressure of Senior Three, I persisted in the college entrance examination until I broke up.
Fortunately, I took two books and then regretted for my parents all my life. I feel like I have been giving away a little cake when I am absent from the science class. But I feel that I have been giving up. Maybe my fault is that I feel inferior and I am not so good. I will not refuse others. I will not refuse others. I will not be good at others or use it. High school is so muddleheaded. God still treats me well. Although not excellent, I have also tested two institutions. I am very grateful to the past. Good and bad are all experiences.
Ordinary is good for everyone, but I also have time to grow stronger, right?