不知不问

Mr.HJ come here again this night.

I do not want to see you again.

I always punish myself for vain.

I shoud eat less salted duck egg or notice more because i always worries that i would eat eggshell.

Everyone can say:’Life is not just about the present.’ when he is rich and don’t worry about food.

The mobile phone sings ‘Small Dimple and Long Cilia’. So where are your Carslan Big Eye?

I don’t know what the feeling which i grow slough is, but i think i’m a slough which is smelly and messy.

Mr.WH is strong so that i am terrible. Eventually, i get allergies. It makes me begin to doubt which is the signification between vanity and live. Can i live life as i thought?

I think that i can touch the death in a short distance though I feel that i am a normal man momently after i suppress Mr.WH every time.
I do not konw i would die because of which disease, and perhaps it is cancer.
So i hope that my data could disappear immediately or slowly.