Chapter 28 Section five

I saw Nakamura in my class walk across the zebra crossing, but then disappeared into the crowd.Of course, I haven't talked to Nakamura. Although he looks very ordinary, he is very familiar with Shidu and other students in other classes. I dare not talk to such a powerful person.Besides... Now I can no longer seek escape happiness in the fantasy world, let alone have the mental and physical strength to talk to others. I walked alone in the world that was gradually shrouded in darkness, thinking with mixed feelings in my heart, if only my true self was left, I would definitely start to be autistic.I suddenly felt a gaze from behind, ah...here again.Turning around, thousands of pairs of eyes emerged from the darkness, and one of them... was watching me, time and time again, never tired.who is it?Who is it?Who is watching me?Ah... look at me, look at "me"?What am I happy about?What a fun guy.

When I got home and opened the door, I casually said that I am back, and no one cares about me. This does not mean that no one is at home, but that no one cares about me.It doesn't matter, anyway, it didn't start now, so there is nothing to care about, as long as you don't get beaten again.Pull a trash bag from the closet, climb the stairs, go to your room, and open the window.The wide and balanced world unfolds before you, and it is because of this balance that the world continues to function.There is a saying of reverse thinking that the so-called balance is the result of the extreme development of individual differences. Basically, I agree.

When I was in kindergarten, my parents would still enjoy the two alone dates on weekends, a time when I could be satisfied with a little happiness.Once on a special festival, I asked my father to buy me cotton candy (my father often missed appointments due to work and other factors, so I remember being very, very happy on that day), and there were cotton candy wrapped in various colors at the door of the store. I chose a pack of white bags, and my father kept asking me why I didn’t choose red, because I liked red very much at that time, whether it was clothes, shoes or headbands, all of them were in red.But I still chose the white bag of marshmallows, the reason is very simple, because the marshmallows themselves are white, even if they are packed in colorful plastic bags, the marshmallows inside are still white.At that time, I already knew very well that no matter how decorated the outside is, the inner soul will not change accordingly.However, now I myself...

I opened the closet, grabbed random cosplay clothes, stuffed them all in the trash bag, and then emptied the drawers of the cabinet. It's purely an impulse, yes, I just do it when I feel like it.Although it is sad, being able to perceive my own problems and wake up from the hypnotized state can also be called a kind of progress, no, it should be called progress, but... progress does not necessarily accompany growth.I can't say for sure, will I still buy cotton candy in white packaging?