I am sad

 

Sometimes, feel something wrong but not know what it is.

"It's boring". A sign resounded in the middle of the keyboard sounds.

"Wait! What am I doing? These things are so pointless".

I stopped typing when there is more than the sound of struggling with mixed thoughts in my mind, trying to complete the writing essays because at the end of next week I will have an exam.

Hold the computer mouse, turn off the instrumental music tab, lean back in the chair, stop working.

Today, I am sad. Probably because I am an emotional person. It's so inconvenient. Mood swings in a short time. In one day, I maybe have a bright sunrise but dark sunset. I guess that tomorrow morning, everything will be alright, I would be as fresh as a flower. So now, what should I do?

I lay on the hammock, swinging my leg, feeling a strange sensation, my body moving in the air, my mind imagine the evening landscape described by the author. I am in a different world, mentally and physically

Perhaps, the muscle groups temporarily relax, the whole weight is fully lifted by the hammock, the body oscillates back and forth in the air (though not too high), but enough to bring a sense of freedom and temporarily dispel the feeling of stressfulness.

Today, I read a light love story. Unfortunately, the main actress ultimately does not hand in hand with the main actor. He is very personal, the type of man I like. Girl, you are blind!

"Come with me a little bit!"

Mom opened the door, told me to go to her friend's house.

Fine! To be honest, I was being dissatisfied with this slightly tragic end.

I sat in the back of the car, watching the bustling street, the cars coming from all side rushed into the roundabout to make a different direction.

Car lights, red and green road lights. Along with sidewalks are crowding shops, which are decorated colorfully to attract customers. The stores also hang advertising signs with flashing lights.

There are many colors. All of them are stand out. Therefore I didn't bother to pay attention to it. A gentle gaze to glance over the surrounding scenery, for thoughts to drift on the confused worldview.

Then I realized that in the past when I was sad, I used to be like this. Releasing melancholy into the joyful rhythm of life, to see that everyone still laughing, still talking, still gossiping, not knowing if it's better to go home, but temporarily at that moment, I feel excited about nothing.

When I was tired, I like taking fresh air. or even when I am happy, I also like doing that one.

Either there is a sedative in the wind, or so I thought that.