Translated by AI model Qwen/Qwen3-8B.
Source Language: Simplified Chinese, Target Language: english, Translation Time: 2026-05-01 03:18
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Remember that many days ago, I had seen a video on Bilibili.
The video said that people who lack love often give out their own "love" because they think about "love". When they lack something, they also desire to get it, and often give their own affection to others, hoping deep down to receive someone else's affection in return.
But this often results in those who are not lacking becoming even more "wealthy", while those who lack become even more "poor".
Remember before, when I ordered takeout by myself, my friend would say, "Why didn't you call me?" I didn't understand it. I saw them often order takeout and breakfast, yet they never invited me. Why did I have to ask them first before ordering takeout? Shouldn't our relationship be equal? I really didn't understand.
Last Friday, I found six candies at the bottom of my backpack. I don't remember having these candies. Three were Alpines, and three were milk candies. I ate one milk candy, and it wasn't poisonous. I don't remember where these candies came from; they might have been secretly put in by my mom or my sister, or they could have fallen out from the bag of snacks my mom gave me. Yet, I still fantasized that one of my friends had secretly placed them there.
I've always been a somewhat introverted and sensitive person. I'm afraid my friends don't like me, and I tend to feel down on my own easily. I might have depression, and I want to go to the hospital for a diagnosis, but I don't have money. That place probably has a lot of prejudice, and there are too many "people who are even more sick" (here, it doesn't refer to patients, but rather to others). Perhaps these are just my inner thoughts playing tricks.
I finished writing because the instructor's power went out.
Continuation:
I will specifically note down my friends' birthdays so that I can send them a blessing on that day. However, except for my family, no one remembers my birthday, at least not last year.
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