University is a melting pot, which makes us a whole of steel. For me, college is a turning point in my life, and I have gained too much in this small society. I used to care too much about everything and everyone. In the eyes of others, I am the kind of person who is dispensable. I'm worried about disturbing others and making them unhappy, but no one cares about my feelings. Over time, I am used to this situation, but I am also reflecting on why no one cares about my feelings. To put it simply, they think that their actions have not affected me, because what I don't like is hidden in my heart, and I just want to bear it. But things didn't go the way I wanted. Everything has its inevitability and mission. From these things, I find that not the people you care about will care about you, so why should we compromise ourselves to help others?
In the eyes of people who know me, I don't care about anything, even if something bothers me for a while. Actually, I want to be such a person, but I'm not. Life in high school made me realize how terrible and sad a person's loneliness is, which prompted me to change my personality in college. I don't care about trifles with others, and I encounter unhappy things in front of others. I can only pretend that these things are not enough to make me sad, but I am still sad. I can only smile in front of others. Because I am in a bad mood, why should I influence others and make them feel sad for me?
I went out to play a lot of places in college. I think only when I travel is my truest time. In the face of magnificent landscapes, exquisite buildings and strange cities, all my disguises are shattered. Fortunately, I have good friends with me every time I go out.
I think one thing that has persisted for the longest time since I was a child is that I still like Cyndi Wang, who is my idol. No matter in others' eyes, I like Cyndi Wang, because who I am, I just like her. Few people can appreciate how wonderful it is to like an idol for twelve years. I am glad that there is an idol with such positive energy in my youth to let me move forward. Every time I feel sad, as long as I hear her songs, I will get better involuntarily.
Why do we all live so tired? Who doesn't want to appear in front of others in the most id state, but in this society, how many people can appear in front of others in this way? We can't appear in front of others like this, because we don't have capital, and because we don't want to hurt people who care about and care for ourselves. Although the id is good, I think the fake id is better.
Generally speaking, the university has changed me too much to count. I just hope that I can live a good life with a fake ID card in my remaining college time. I don't want to live too fake and too self, but I don't want to live in a state of id. People are a combination of contradictions and entanglements. Maybe you will see me again one day. I have combined the ID with the fake ID, found a way of life that belongs to me and suits me, and laughed wantonly in the cool summer. ...