Last night, I smoked until I couldn't inhale anymore, and fell asleep as soon as the quilt covered my head.

In the middle of the night, I didn't know where to start talking in my sleep. I turned over in a daze, and my knee touched something. At that moment, I suddenly woke up.

I thought it would be you who is used to sleeping on my left side, but when I realized that this was not a hotel but a dormitory, I found that I was touching a wall.

When I woke up in the morning, I was in a daze for a while. Just as I was about to get out of bed, I saw that the table was piled up with random things.

Three packs of cigarettes, a lollipop, lipstick that was three years old, a KFC coupon torn in half, a mobile phone with one battery left, and a vitamin pill bottle filled with coins.

There is a No. 1 train ticket and a mirror in the student ID card.

I picked up the mirror and wanted to take a look, but found that the mirror was covered with dust.

With my head in a bird's nest, I casually brushed my teeth and wiped my face, got dressed, looked at my watch, and prepared to finish smoking this cigarette before going out.

I regretted lighting this cigarette. I thought this small process would give me some room to prepare, but I found that it was still a wait.

I don't like waiting.

As soon as I went out, I realized that the wind was very strong today. From a distance, I saw a row of tree shadows in front of me, which were squeezed out of shape by the gray sky and swayed from side to side.

Before I left the school, I accidentally raised my hand that turned from red to purple and white. I thought maybe I was numb, but it was shaking. I still had to walk a longer distance after leaving the door. I paused and returned to my dormitory set.

Wearing a black scarf and black gloves, everything was in order.

However, when I gave up my seat to an old man in the car and stood until the end, and my legs felt weak when I got off the bus, I realized that my appropriateness would never be appropriate and I should have some breakfast.

You have been away from me for so long. During this time, I have not had the habit of getting up early to eat. I think of you coming to me softly with milk and bread, and then sitting on the white sheets. I rested my head on my right hand and looked at it sleepily.

The wrinkles you make in the sheets.

After entering the subway station, I realized that there is always such a place, even though it is as gray as the outside world, there is no wind, frost, rain or snow.

I lifted up my collar to partially cover my pale lips, stood on the elevator, and headed straight down.

When I noticed my hurried steps, I raised my head, and suddenly realized that the air coming towards me seemed to be even colder.

Strange faces appeared and disappeared in my field of vision. I just stood on the line and waited for the train.

After waiting so many times, my eyes never wavered. I always thought this was a sign of an empty heart, so I forced my soul to focus on one thing, even if it was a waste of time.

There were no seats in the train, and the steel pipes were flashing with sharp cold iron light, without emotion or life.

Looking at the outdoor advertisements outside the car window from clear to blurry, I seemed to be helpless among the crowd.

The people sitting there always seemed to like looking at me. I wanted to give them a contemptuous or scornful expression in return, but I felt that it was not worth it to fight alone, so I took out my phone and pressed it randomly.

After drinking a lot, I was still watching others cover their mouths and ears while struggling to call their families to report that they were safe.

And I have no greetings or thoughts.

I shouldn't have come, but a girl my roommate likes is here tonight, so my roommate dragged her here to encourage him.

But now, he and the girl wearing heavy eye shadow went to have a private meeting somewhere.

I was left alone to toast to strangers from different classes in the same college.

One cup after another, I was afraid of being unfamiliar with it and had to politely refuse it at first, but the visitor kept going crazy and drank the cup. The cold liquid sank rapidly from my esophagus. After the painful swallowing, I felt the pleasure of self-mutilation. The moment I raised the cup,

I accidentally saw the shallow scar on my wrist. Without it, I would have forgotten all the unpleasantness in my past life.

When the bell rang, I vomited all over the floor.

People stayed away from me, and I weakly supported my body to stand up.

Suddenly someone helped me and carried me to the sofa in the corner of the bar.

I was shivering all over, and the biting cold air came in from various large and small gaps. I grabbed the thick down jacket of the person next to me and felt extremely warm.

I hugged her tightly, as if I couldn't bear to lose any treasure I cherished.

The person who helped me to the sofa stayed with me all the time. I could feel the down jacket gently covering me. I held those warm hands so that I would not freeze to death in this whole house.

It's in the bar of The Walking Dead.

I put these hands closest to my heart.