outsider

In her life, she always thought that she was just an outsider in this world. She always thought that this short lifeline was a ticket to another world. She lived proudly and worked hard in different places to make her own life. She hated mediocrity and was unwilling to be ordinary. She worked hard again and again, and in the end, she got a lot. She said that if there was a next life, she hoped that she would be mediocre and willing to be ordinary. Those who could take it up and let it go were called feelings. Those who said that they would make him happy, even if it wasn’t you, those who said that they would give up were also elegant people. He had never experienced it, had never picked it up, had never been rejected, and had never said anything. How elegant. If she could choose again, how she wished that she could leave a little trace of her love in that place that was once filled with sunshine and youth. An ordinary and simple love might be so beautiful.