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2014年快要过完的时候,我回了趟家。大巴车和时间一样疾驰而行,沿路的风景转瞬即逝,那些沉淀的旧事却一件件向上翻涌。去年年初时状态不佳,觉得整个世界都在跟自己作对,整张脸都写着“你来听我抱怨几句,我过得有多不容易”这几行字。生活就被我折腾成了一个泥潭,自己陷在其中无法自拔。人如游魂,晚上失眠,白天无精打采,不想面对纷杂的人群,上网做抑郁症的测试,试图撂挑子撒手不干。
When it was almost finished in 2014, I returned home. Bus and the same gallop along the line of time, the scenery along the fleeting, those who have precipitated the old thing but a piece of the upside down. At the beginning of last year when the state was not good, I felt that the whole world was against myself. The whole face was written. “How many lines do I have to complain about when I complain?” I was tossing life has become a quagmire, oneself trapped in them unable to extricate themselves. People such as wandering soul, insomnia at night, listlessness during the day, do not want to face confused people, online to do tests of depression, trying to pick their heads and give up.