Sometimes I just get so confused. I thought I was alright, my mind all made up, charged up, ready to meet the upcoming things. But I guess I'm not. My whole world is just in a mess right now by a tiny conversation. Well, maybe that's the sensitive topic. Whatever it is, this feeling just ain't nice. I just don't understand what people are thinking and talking about. I feel like I'm living in my own alien world. Socially detached. I just won't fit into any place. Wait, I do fit into something, that is nothing.

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刚发现了一项挺不可思议的事情。至少对我来说是意想不到的吧。 四五年前收到的书籍，读也读不太懂。翻呀翻也不知只不过是知到内容的大意。但是今天拿起了这本书之后，我却读的滔滔不绝，舍不得放下。可能是长大了吧，多年后终于知道尤今的小品里要传达的种种信息，含义。阅读了第一篇文章之后，我觉得非常地感动。一个父母的心思在她那生动有力的文字里体现出来了。那巧妙的心思让我在霎时间从懵懂晋级为了解。那篇文章也让我深深的体会到现在所感受到的心情。一年来，我是那风筝的主人。一年后，我再也控制不了风筝要飞多高，多远。而他们现在也即将踏出他们放风筝的第一步。以一个旁观者的心态，那是多么的心急，我是抱着多么大的期待。我也好希望看到他们的风筝飞得又高又远，在蔚蓝的天空中自由的飞翔，自由的成长、发挥创意；在离轨时，那风筝的主人会及时收敛，把风筝应到一个安全的地带。我没有后悔曾经让他们犯错，但后悔的事没在恰当的时候把他们从新带回轨道。但是，我已经不是他们的主人了。是时候放手，让他们去发现辽阔的世界，见识在我控制内时体验不到的东西。虽然伤心，虽然难过，但我不得不承认这都是人生每个人要经历的事情。总有一天，父母会放开我们的手；总有一天，我们要独立生活。放手不等于不理会。独立不等于忘恩负义。我们还是得饮水思源，永远记住放风筝的人是怎么无微不至的照顾我们，用心良苦的为我们设想未来，毫无私心的为我们付出而不求回报。这，才是人间中真正的爱；这，才是真正关心。

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Tell me Why by Taylor Swift

I took a chance, I took a shot
And you might think I'm bulletproof but I'm not
You took a swing, I took it hard
And down here from the ground, I see who you are

I'm sick and tired of your attitude
I'm feeling like I don't know you
You tell me that you love me then you cut me down

And I need you like a heartbeat
But you know you got a mean streak
Makes me run for cover when you're around

And here's to you and your temper
Yes, I remember what you said last night
And I know that you see what you're doing to me
Tell me, why?

You could write a book on how
To ruin someone's perfect day
Well, I get so confused and frustrated
Forget what I'm trying to say, oh

I'm sick and tired of your reasons
I got no one to believe in
You tell me that you want me, then push me around

And I need you like a heartbeat
But you know you got a mean streak
Makes me run for cover when you're around

Here's to you and your temper
Yes, I remember what you said last night
And I know that you see what you're doing to me
Tell me, why?

Why do you have to make me feel small
So you can feel whole inside?
Why do you have to put down my dreams
So you're the only thing on my mind?

I'm sick and tired of your attitude
I'm feeling like I don't know you
You tell me that you want me then cut me down

I'm sick and tired of your reasons
I've got no one to believe in
You ask me for my love then you push me around

Here's to you and your temper
Yes, I remember what you said last night
And I know that you see what you're doing to me
Tell me, why? Why? Tell me, why?

I take a step back, let you go
I told you I'm not bulletproof
Now you know

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