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Hanging out with friends, is a way to know and update information about our familiar friends. Sometimes, it could be seen as gossip, but our nature of curiosity can’t stop us from knowing. When I am asking or discussing about a friend, in fact it doesn’t mean wicked intention, it is because the friend has certain value in my life. We are determined to know each other; anyway the person is once present in our lives.

I know it might be pathetic to gather with more friends when I m about to leave abroad. However, I m enjoying mingled with certain friends once a while instead of regularly. On the other hand, certain friends will meet up with each other more regularly due to proximity, distance, and others.

Reminiscing my memory, I have reflected the way I treated my friends. I deny I have a lot of friends but my friends always don’t believe. If you say I have known a lot of people, yes I do. However, if you ask me “how many friends you have?” I doubt I could answer this question. I have friends, but I only have left few who can be my consistent frontier close friends.

Friends yet are too hard to be defined. It will never be defined accurately. In life, I have encountered few friends potentially to be close, the result is bad. We don’t even contact, or else we won’t talk to each other much as before.

Certain friends might not close to me, yet they are so comfortable and pleasant to be together. I love hanging out with them, because the flow of communication will be non stop, or even in silent we won’t feel awkward among each others.

Certain friends have losing in touch for long, when the other friends brought out their update, they will still catch my attention. It is because I know them, I still remember them.

There is no category given to my list of friends. I am just grateful to know each one of them, because their presence is my experience.

I m sorry to those friends that I have hurt before; I am thank you to those friends that willing to be my friends; I am touched because those friends who willing to share joy and sorrow with me

I appreciate you !

Thank you, million thanks

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房间

锁在房间里,自己一个人的空间。。 享受着自己的气味。。 房间,是我逃避的避难所。。 小时候,我会在黑漆漆的房间哭泣。。 让眼泪自由的掉落, 不敢痛快地哭,因为会被骂。。 会把自己藏在被单里默默的哭泣 所以,只有我的床能够感觉到温温的湿度。。 也许,这是从小养成的习惯, 长大了,还是觉得房间是我的私人空间。。 因为,房间才能让我把情绪抒发。。 特别是负面的情绪。。 现在,有股冲动, 不想出门,只想待在房间里。。 就算发呆。。 我想,与世隔绝。。 只是与亲近的人联络。。 逃避自己。。 不想面对自己。。