It's been a long time that I always live for others.Just being calm and polite,like an gentleman,thinking about what others are thinking in order to make onself satisfy others' needs.Gradually,I forget who I am and what my life should be.
Others laugh,then I laugh;Others feel sad,then I feel sad;Others get noble,then I get rid of being vulgar.It seems that if I don't do that,I will feel embarrassed and be indifferent.I keep running,thinking and guessing.Until now,I still find that the result is not what I want.
I don't regret,but I'm tired.The ache on my body reminds me that the purpose why I work so hard is to become who I am.