Do you know how hard it is for me. Originally thought, in the upstairs a person lived for half a year, finally can and parents live together all day, but less than two months and a person live. The other day, you kept asking me if I wanted to move back in. I know you, you love me, in school every child will be scared of your serious appearance, he and I are no exception. However, I know your heart is really easy to soften down, especially the treatment of me and his things, you are more easily distressed. But I said, “No. ”. Is there any other way to read in peace? This half year I have not a stable sleep, the night after the exam, immediately at home to sleep. That night, really that is called a down-to-earth, more importantly is very warm, that kind of warm is self-evident. When you guys were so nice to me, I didn‘t know how else to respond. I do not know so hard, for half a year in the end every hard night is what, every time I see bad results, will faint smile, I in addition to self-mockery, otherwise how can it be, i laugh at myself every night to fight for this result. When you come back every Saturday, bring me food, buy things, very serious very hard to call me, I really do not know how to answer you. Remember, you want to take an examination of that year I did not so good to you, why do you want to be so good to me? All I have is a lot of guilt. Im exhausted. But I know youre more tired. I know you‘re up late every night, and I know who youre talking about. In case you didn‘t know, during the two months I lived with you, I would quietly stand at your door at one oclock every night and listen to you. I‘m sorry. I still cant be who you want me to be. I don‘t suppose you could sleep through a night of tears when you first moved here. Im sorry. Can only say that I lost, can only say that I admit, I work so hard still can not get God that trace of my desire for humble trust, ha ha. When I wake up, I will quietly think of how to respond to you. Im not afraid of your ridicule. It doesn‘t matter if Ive grown used to it over the years, or if I‘ve changed, or if Ive really grown up, I‘m not grumpy about something, Im calm. Over time, forget what is called begging, just, I know, I lost the bet again. Perhaps, reading is not my way, but, there should still be hope for the future. Hope that the dawn is still promising. Perhaps everyone is the best director in life. I can lose everything, but I am afraid of losing your tears, because your tears I can not afford to lose, thank you for six months of change
