This school gives me the feeling that the three views in my bones are extremely distorted. A student in the college next door was depressed, and the college held an emergency meeting to force him to move back. The measures taken give me the feeling that you will try your best to cure a sick person, but if you can't cure him, you will force him to crush him to death. More and more, I feel that it is really a cannibal. The first is the environmental conditions. I can really post 50 articles a day, and 40 articles are all spit. From the meowing at two o'clock in the middle of the night to the chug chug of the lawn mower in the early morning, some students told me that the upstairs dormitory chatted until one or two o'clock in the middle of the night and stamped its feet. The sound insulation of this building is like paper, and my bed and roommate and I can crunch it with a little scraping. For example, the girl in the dormitory next door told me that I often hear the sound of turning over late at night. Once I stamped my feet in the dormitory, and my sister knocked at the door downstairs and asked us why something fell from the ceiling. My sister downstairs is ok. The quilt I hung several times fell outside them and they helped me put it away. Oh, I lost some clothes and a towel to dry them. I hang clothes in the morning and collect hangers at night. Most girls probably hang their clothes in the bathroom. When there is no ventilation and sunshine, the bathroom smells like a thief. Speaking of which, the weather is getting colder and colder. It's cold to take a cold bath now. I take a bath in the big bathhouse every day. I walked most of the school, and my feet were frozen all the way back. It's really hard. The bathhouse is only open from 4 pm to evening 10. There is no such thing as having a bad day or a bad cold and wanting to take a hot bath, not to mention the habit of running in the morning before. My health is getting worse every day. Alas. There are also the face problems of school reimbursement, finance and logistics. Everyone hates it. They are so angry that they vomit blood every day. I was poor in senior three, too. My senior year was cleaned up by the school. It seems that everyone in this school is a graduate student, so I can't see that you are too idle. Dogs are not allowed to live at all. The whole 10 month may be on the verge of depression. Before rng and we advanced to the quarter-finals, his heart was really quiet for a long time, and he couldn't make an expression. When I saw the black edg expression pack, my mind was going crazy, which was the great feeling I felt again. When I went to the school psychological counseling room, the whole building gave people a feeling of depression. At that time, I finally got up the courage to walk in, and there was only one thought in my mind, escape. And the teacher needs an appointment. The way to make an appointment is for me to write down all my free time from Monday to Friday. In this way, I really can't throw up. Finally, I didn't go to see a doctor. Fortunately, later, I hung a little bit of desire to survive to search for confessions and redemption methods of various depressed patients.