那一个才是真正的我？我已经不知道了。

活在别人的期待下，活在别人的笑容，活在别人的需要下，我已经不知道真正的我喜欢什么，我要什么。也不知道什么开始我变成了这样，不知道什么时候我发现自己变得不像自己。

伤口可以愈合，但伤疤永远都不会消失。

我的努力不知道多少的人懂，不知道多少人明白。为什么我就是不可以期望其他人能够付出与我相同的努力？就算付出了全部的我， 为什么一样还是被忽略，一样被遗忘，一样被他人批评？

I hate planning events, events like birthday surprises,class outings, clique outings etc...Everytime asking people to reply was a torture process. Planning was worse. Asking for suggestions were the worst of all. I always got the fear of people disliking the activities I planned or think of and will complain behind my back. Because something similar happened to me before and it had caused great fear in me.

I remembered myself laughing like mad when on the way home from barrage on saturday with Zhiting at the front. I had no idea at that time whether I was laughing or laughing to cover my tears. I really feel like crying at that time for some reason I also don't know.