Hello everyone, I am Du Dingbei, your faithful friend.
I rarely do crotch stretching recently, because in the wonderful crotch stretching, even the crotch stretching itself will stretch the crotch... I originally wanted to say this, but it is not the case.
Pulling my hips does not pull my hips in itself. What pulls my hips is my will to live.
As we all know, the reason why I code is to realize the dream of making bad money, and the reason why I want to make bad money is because I want to live a better life, because I believe in tomorrow, and because I feel that one day I will be able to achieve almost the same happiness, which is pretty good anyway.
But the thought made me feel uncomfortable.
I began to feel that tomorrow would not be better, and sometimes I was afraid that there would be a soul after death.
I am very unhappy now, and I have not looked for the motivation to be happy. I am like a broken car that has run out of fuel and is parked on a 45-degree slope. Calculated, it has been parked for about five or six months.
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At first, I didn't pay much attention to this matter, because I have often encountered situations where life has stalled in the past.
I don’t know since when, my mood and will have been put on a reverse conveyor belt, and I have become the type that will go backwards if I don’t run forward. Every day, I feel like I am wearing a shackle with an elastic rope on my ankle to climb.
As long as you relax for a moment, you will be slowly pulled back to the bottom of the valley.
During the one year and two months that I was serializing "Fist of Utopia", I was dragged down several times.
I learned to cheer myself up as I climbed up, slid down, and went back and forth.
Go to social groups, exercise, eat delicious food, read inspirational books, and read the interesting comments you have left... When you are full of energy and can get up again, continuing to talk nonsense is a waste of money.
But this time it seemed to take a particularly long time. I tried the trick to cheer myself up several times, but I still didn’t feel any change.
I was still lying flat on the slope and sliding down, unable to get up, and I had no motivation to get up. I wanted to shout loudly, but I couldn't find the tone.
When I wrote about crotch strips in the past, I had more or less indomitable confidence before I picked up the pen. When I fell, I would laugh at myself, dust myself off, get up, and keep moving forward. But this time, this time I picked up the pen.
Before, I wanted to remain silent, always silent, silent until everything was irreversible.
Unfortunately, silence also stretched my hips.
Silence makes me suffer, I hate silence, I am angry because of silence.
I still want to write, and when I have nothing to say, I still want to say something I don’t know what to say.
I am the kind of person who is unhappy and brainless but talks a lot.
Damn it, "Chainsaw Man" is so free that it breaks out of the universe, can't I just be free to write crotch strips?!
Is that all I can do? Can I just wait in silence and wait to die?
I just pulled my crotch, I am not defeated yet!
This inexplicable self-esteem and anger made me write this crotch lifting strip.
I want to say that stretching the crotch will not kill anyone, and I can continue.
I can continue to struggle shamelessly until I can no longer struggle.
I still want to continue.
Stephen King said that writing is not life, but sometimes it is a path back to life.
I've always liked this sentence.
Writing online articles is a very free thing. You can stop or start at any time.
The same goes for life.
There will be no change from yesterday, neither better nor worse. Today is already here, so why not think more about tomorrow.
I don't know when tomorrow will come, but tomorrow will come.