I have a sketch book, which tells of my loneliness There are thirty-five pages in it. I drew twenty-eight. It's all my loneliness after class.
Ninety nine percent of the students in our class will answer "after class" in "what class do you like best?". No, I'm not. I'm the exception. I've been hating class since this year. As long as you listen to the bell, you will be upset and uneasy. This is not consistent with my character. Once, I would pull people to play; now, I can draw cartoons on my seat. Until class. No company.
Yeah, so lonely.
It's another boring bell. "Teacher, why don't you stop?" I murmured.
I began to finish my paintings in solitude. I did not know why, I could not help but draw some smiling and jumping figures. From their performance, I could not see loneliness and loneliness at all, which was quite inconsistent with me: "what are you thinking? How can you laugh? How can you be happy! It's impossible. You can't expect it. It's ten times harder than picking stars! Fool A voice of abuse came from my heart.
"I, I seem to play with others!" Unconsciously, I drew a laughing teenager. I couldn't help giggling, but my heart was a burst of acid.
"Hello, it's not good to stay in your seat all the time. Get up and have some activities." A big hug bound me. It's Yu Jiaer (not his real name). My inner emotions fluctuate greatly, and my heart is sour and sweet. Sour, because once, the hug came from my best friend, but later, it became colder and colder, and the friendship did not exist; it was because I had not felt it for a long time, and it was the second person.
But I kind of hate this kind of action, it is it makes me warm, it also makes me cold. But I like it a little bit. I don't know how I do, anyway, the tangles in my heart are all pulled up, it doesn't matter.
I said, lukewarm, "Oh."
Yu Jia Er asked: "what? I don't like this kind of spectacle. You were not like this before. When was it so cold? That's not how you pretend to be cool. " He walked away resentfully. I regret not keeping her and talking to her. But at that moment, she may not know, it was my warmest moment.
Maybe I haven't communicated and played with others for a long time. I've been painting in the corner for a long time recently. I've almost forgotten the feeling of being happy with others. I'm so immersed and lonely that I almost forget myself.
I really long for someone to chat with me, even five minutes can warm my day.
This is really a sour and sweet, like green apples, 10 minutes between classes.