Waking Up

I woke up finding myself numb with coldness of the morning breeze although the hot air is slapping hard on my face. I sneezed so many times and I didn't realize that I'm the weirdo when i get into the car and realize that the sun is blazing hot. Maybe yes, I'm gonna be sick.

Sick of my life.

My eyes were so swollen. I went to the bathroom's mirror and saw a pair of puffy-red eyes staring back at myself. Every time i blinked i felt as though someone had just poked some needles to my eyelids.

I wonder why.

Why i had to be the one.

每个人都说，自己的童年时期是最快乐的。

我都不信，还常笑着对他们说 ： “我现在也很快乐，很幸福啊。”



踏入了青少年时期的我，已在中学念中二了。

回想过去我活了14年，到底做过了些什么。

想了好久，却什么都没想到。

这真名了我什么好事也没干过。



返回一些久的相簿，找回了一些回忆。

相片里多数都是我的照片。
我想过：为什么大人都不爱拍照啊？


过后再看下去，总算看到一些大人的照片了。

可是为什么，他们拍照的样子，总令我感到一种很奇怪的感觉。
每个人脸上的确实挂着笑容，可是我感觉到他们的背后都是很伤心，痛苦，沉重，压力。
他们每人的笑后面，都藏着悲哀。看的我真心酸。

我再也说不下去了。