乡下人的悲歌

When I was proved so naive to reckon the appointment of therapy might’ve soothed my predicament, which turned out to be not even helpful for sleeping, I read the book. Maybe I’m just right in this period this spot which is a bit late for myself to be matured enough to think more thoroughly about my life though, I learned that even in thousands kilometers away, across the continent, people shares similarities in their childhood, their growth, their child raising, even though they may have overcome totally different situations. I dont know, I might have been used to summarize too much, used to be emotional, which maybe anoying, but I do miss my “babies” so much. Ahhhhh, I hate this.