CK沉珂生前的一些日记(Some of CK´s diaries before he was born)
CK沉珂生前的一些日记(Some of CK's diaries before he was born)
Some of the diary entries of the life of 1CK have been made of the cold can be eaten steroid, what should I eat?
Well, put a band-aid on your heart.
By the way, one might heal slowly and put two together.
I was startled when I looked in the mirror.
Her face was paler than usual, her eyes were swollen and bloodshot.
Really ugly. Is this me?
You can never be ugly again.
To begin my new life.
Grace.
First change in pajamas.
This white robe makes me look like a ghost.
I am old before I grow up.
So I decided to supplement my adolescence.
From now on.
My name is shen ke.
At the age of 16.
I like black.
Have long nails.
I'm a promising kid.
I have more cigarette smoking than some adult males.
I have deep black eyes.
I don't think it's easy to be happy.
I'm disappointed in love.
I......
I slept a short sleep.
Using alcohol and sleeping pills, I woke up.
I must admit that I have a place where it still hurts.
But that's normal.
I give myself a day. One day at most.
It must be better.
I came home at 3:30 am to start writing my diary.
Excitement and a little melancholy about my new life.
If tomorrow is cloudy, it will be more perfect.
I'm going to cut my hair in the morning.
I can't do it without me, they'll go down and they'll split up.
Then the nails were cut.
Not a bit.
All cut.
I left them for a long time, but now I'm a little tired of them.
For example, every time I get my eyeglasses, my nails are too long and I almost pull my eyes out.
By the way, maybe I should buy some silver eye shadow, too.
My dark circles have long been less beautiful.
I can cover it.
If I feel better, I should reward myself.
Give a kiss to the mirror.
Then give him a call and tell him I'm ok.
When I was mad, he was the only one who was scared and mad at me.
He was old, and every time I was frightened, he was even older.
Like last night, I squatted on the corner of the night and called him and told him I was going to jump down the river.
The little black startled the sound of the sound and began to stammer.
That poor old man.
What would he do without me?
I can do without him.
I'm the only one left.
My best and best friend is black.
I really want to hold him for a moment.
I should learn to run.
You know, as a future star, you can't do it without effort.
You have to run for your lungs.
How much I love music.
Music will love me too.
I how good.
Fool doesn't like me.
I was just unlucky enough to love a fool.
You see how miserable I am.
Now I'm getting better.
After all, there aren't many fools in the world.
No more fool in the future, the world is mine.
The lovelorn person is the most right to lose temper.
But I'm so full of it.
I have to sign a contract for the fool who has broken my heart.
Come on.
Be magnanimous...
Write it. It was not his fault, after all.
Step mother.
It was the first day of my adolescence.
I woke up.
I should forget.
That's the decision.
The big stars of the future have finally begun to thrive.
Come on!!!
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2. Some diaries of KK. And beibei
- 2004.4.26
At noon, aunt liu said that my father and mother were at odds
again.
Mother will come back to see me in a few days.
I gave liu a helpless smile. What can you say?
The rising school is coming to an end, and come back early.
In the afternoon she likes to call some of her classmates to come and play at home.
For a long time, slowly, she would miss her.
Now it's noisy.
That's the way it is. It's strange.
It's been three or four days since we stopped eating the new compound pill.
In addition to getting people to sleep, drugs that don't work. I won't eat any more.
And the damn black and white crate, which made me very edema.
The injection stopped at 300 ml, and the body was still very excited and depressed.
I tried to try it at night, but I couldn't stop shaking. There is no way.
The two days I forgot to sterilize the needle, and I can't stop bleeding.
It was reported that someone had been injected into the vein.
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Some diaries of Calvin klein's diary during his lifetime have come. The day after tomorrow, I'm going to doctor tang to get the medicine back.
I don't want to play with my left hand. The right arm is full of pinholes.
Dr. Tang said he was slightly anorexic and had a much lower body immunity.
But they didn't mention that. I should be grateful to him.
The panda's good friend was in a car accident and went away.
Things are changeable.
Very lively girl. Only seventeen. Her parents found the panda on the day of the accident. Cry like a broken heart.
The panda can't tell. She said like a dream.
I didn't know how to comfort her. I could only say she was quiet.
On QQ, panda cried and said, "you know what?
I still feel like I'm dreaming, thinking that I can still see her after school. I think she's waiting for her to come to my house.
Well, it's okay, it's okay...
It's no use feeling good about yourself.
Not a single person can console you...
Life, living to be strong, but a moment of accident can make life very small and fragile.
There was no way to resist.
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Reply: CK sink a few diary of the life of the life (the net collect income) the time in the afternoon is anxious.
Something really happened in the evening. This was the fourth time, the first was her, the second was the montmorillon abortion,
The third time is you, and the fourth turn is the fish.
Small car accident, sewn four stitches. She was very dirty when she came to my house.
She slept with her, and suddenly she was afraid. Think of that friend of panda, life is so weak...
It's nice to have fish.
Look at the MV for lily's week when it's getting brighter.
It was very quiet, and the cool singing was involved in the auditory nerve, drinking incessantly for two hours, constantly smoking.
Time is wasted. I don't feel bad. When you think of you, they become very close to me and make me happy.
Dear, I do these boring and interesting things every day.
It's always going to be distracted when you talk to me. But I never let my heart leave you a second. Really.
When you sleep,
I used to walk up and down the empty room in my pajamas, looking very busy. There was nothing to do.
I'll keep it open, too. Music won't stop. Or sit in front of
a computer and watch a long movie.
See the suzhou river over and over again, and chibi maruko.
You'll get your avatar in a moment. Turn it off and turn it off. Turn it off and turn it off. Nothing. It seems to be a habit.
She was never so brave as she was in the suzhou river. And never make a cherry pill to magnify it.
If one day I do, will you love me more.
The heart will suddenly be transparent at some point.
We change, I see it.
I'm going to take a little bit of a little bit of this, but it's always a little bit of a sudden pleasure or a sad interruption.
Do you love me. You don't love me.
These are the sensitivities that control my emotions.
When the tears come down, I look cold and indifferent to you. That is the thin, fragile shell of the mollusk.
Forget the habit of starting from the moment, the heart will be in the heart of the heart.
You always laugh and tell me I'm stupid.
There are always hallucinations. In the middle of the night there was a knock at the door.
The curtains were pulled open at daybreak, and the sunlight came in without warning, and a heavy jump on the face,
That second could hear the sound of tiny particles of dust tearing in the air.
I pulled the curtain up and my eyes closed for a moment. A little dizzy.
I told everyone who asked me about loneliness that I should learn to enjoy loneliness. So I was happy.
But I knew I was scared. I only want to tell you. Only you, I love you,
You gave me a deep, indescribable loneliness.
I can't, and I don't want to resist it.
Because those are part of the love you give me...
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5. Some of CK's diaries (collected online) have been in place for two days.
Still trance is a person obstinate in the dream foolish joy.
It seems that everything has not changed, it seems that you will appear next second, said the wife I came...
I wallow in my dreams.
I think you're just going to bed, an hour, two hours later, anyway, you get up, you don't leave.
I sit at the computer and fantasize that I'm just waiting for you to get up.
Just waiting for you to get up...
You must be too tired to sleep this time. I'll pretend to be angry when you wake up and tell you I'm a little sad.
And then, and then you will say good, as usual Que lovely ` ` 閙 is not allowed.
I kept telling myself not to be afraid, and so on.
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A few diary entries from Calvin klein's diary (the online collection) began to pay attention to a boy.
Add me QQ, almost never talk to me.
The diary of beloved's blog has been written about me for two months.
Once in a while, I start to get used to it
Always run to see his diary when in a bad mood.
Make yourself a little happier.
I am happy.
At least some people like me.
Maybe I'll never have a conversation with him, and no one has.
But the gentleness of this stranger made me trance in a moment.
What does it feel like
Dazed, warm, vain, slightly breathless.
You're fine, you're fine.
Don't be so cocksure.
I told you you were a good girl, and don't believe what discriminates against the opposite sex.
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7 replies: some diaries of Calvin klein's diary during his lifetime (collected from the Internet), CK sink journal, 2007/10/08
There was something in changsha on Mid-Autumn day.
The other night, she called me and told me that she was a little intimidated, and she was there to recuperate, and I couldn't get away from it.
Texting the goose.
I don't know why, but I'm worried about my inability to find someone to worry about with me.
It turned out I did a stupid thing.
The girl from the Mid-Autumn festival began to be unbounded to the present, worried about our young master.
Let me be the little anxious heart even more infinite anxiety.
But what can we do for you now?
If you do something wrong, you will always be punished.
Isn't it, longze yu.
The company got a new security guard.
Name is achieving.
He has a very cheap cat.
It was only two months old.
A person is showing his teeth and grinning. I thought I'd scare the dead.
The trimmings feed his fish every day. Ribs rice.
The food was luxurious.
Yesterday afternoon, I was going out to help a colleague to feed the cheap cat before work.
My colleague then rushed to the plan, seeing that I was just
in a bad way beside her.
So the task of feeding the cheap cat landed on me.
And then tragedy happens.
I just put my hands on the fish to feed it.
Perhaps it was used to the usual love of the eyes of the mother.
When I didn't respond, I bit my index finger and cut a small incision.
Bit by the way don't forget to eat the little fish.
Well, it's not so humiliating to be bitten by a two-month-old little bitch.
The shame is, because of this, still be pulled by colleague to hit tetanus needle.
When the clinic's doctor asked the reason, I was really embarrassed to say.
No more grumbling.
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Reply: CK sink a few diary of the life before the death of ke (collect the money on the net) National Day only 3 days leave.
The day before the holiday, the software database of the company's computer software had problems.
Nearly half a month of data loss.
I was called to work overtime.
Two afternoons in a row.
The holidays were ruined.
Just here thank you to all the people who say I wish you a happy life.
Or severe sleep deprivation.
Calculated, from the first to the present, the average almost three hours of sleep every day.
I'll probably be able to wait a few more days for the rest of the day.
The song of night and light was finished last night.
I swear I've never cried so hungry in my life.
It made me realize that I was still not transsexual.
What a sharp truth.
Then the guangguang student explained in his song page that the song was a surprise, and heard CK sounds that were not normally heard.
It is indeed.
The student of guangguang is dedicated to the production of the late night, and the voice of my crying is amplified by the sound of my voice.
It was the sound of CK.
I can't sleep.
There is no idle chatter about combustible on Q.
Look at his new three snakes.
It's prettier than the lizard that saw his family a year ago.
Sexy.
It's the difference between hell and heaven.
A man is bitten by a small cat, and a happy man is surrounded by cuddly snakes.
Plan to go back to changsha for two days and see if you can stop from flammable A to the black and white snake king. (like the name of the bird)
It's just not easy to get A thing from someone who's in the hands of someone who's flammable.
Think of a good measure.
For example, 1: you don't give me a snake, sing in the future, don't think about the girl.
2: you don't give me a snake, XX your old mother.
And so on.
The night is long and the plan is first.
Wash and wait for me, thanks.
To show my sincerity, I will post the photos of my targets here.
By the way, I can't help mentioning the sexy eyes of the small combustion. Don't take away your snake. I'm sorry you've been expecting me for years.
Writing a diary recently is like keeping an account of money.
It's not good.
How to be so tired, all the acid ache all day long, don't lift up, don't be lazy to think things.
The old E says, the alcohol.
Probably true.
I'm really about to change.
Happy birthday, by the way.
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9. Some of CK's diaries (collected online) were too busy. Not even the new guy.
This is on the way to the kiss, sitting on the back of a pleasant word in the funny little colour car.
It's a bad confession for a couple of friends who want to make more wedding photos.
Or, I really don't want to take that tedious process.
Took part in a terrible wedding.
As a bridesmaid.
The groom was born in the same big yard before he was six years old.
The bride first met.
Plain looking.
But the smile was sweet. People are also friendly.
Old people have a lot of rules.
The western wedding ceremony is to worship the world, from the beginning to the end.
It's not like that.
The dry mother gave me the choice of bridesmaid, the yellow gown.
Pretend to forget and wear a short uniform. At least not to stumble.
Old people don't whisper how they are. No serious.
The joke.
You have become body - oriented, and have made the wedding a miasma.
The bride and groom are stiff and stiff from beginning to end, afraid of the etiquette of breaking your rules when they are not careful.
How tired ah. How boring.
It's not going to be the night of the bridal chamber and you're going to have to stand around and manipulate them.
Just write down ideas.
The day was largely silent.
In addition to the unsatisfactory appearance of clothing, the rest is largely appropriate.
From five o 'clock in the morning to pick up the bride in xiangxiang, go to the city where the groom is, go to take the umbrella, accompany the bride upstairs, and then, with the bride, make the bed with the bride.
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A few diary entries from Calvin klein's diary during his
lifetime.
Primary school students.
I've been in the same class for three years.
Preschool, first grade, second grade.
I went away until the third grade.
I grew up together.
It was a terrible time to be bullied.
Yaya used to be a tough kid.
I always have a bunch of girls around me. Rip me off my homework, rip my hair and something like that.
I didn't know what to say, but I started crying and then I didn't even cry. Silently.
So the children grew more and more excited, amused and bullied more.
Yaya was a standard little devil among the kids.
Not for many years.
I almost didn't recognize it.
She was a petite, petite, watery girl.
Behave like a lady.
My arm and I talked about how I hit my memory when I was a kid.
I comb a hedgehog head in a men's jacket to stand next to her, giggling.
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Answer: some diaries of Calvin CK's life before he went home.
Sleep deprivation, plus a few trips within two days.
The eye stars Venus.
She was taking a shower with a face.
COMB called to ask me to get MAYA's sound card and eat a meal.
He finally saw COMB when he hurried through the orange concept.
Thought he was an old man.
I didn't expect that the pair of black-rimmed glasses would be almost literary and artistic.
Take a notebook with you. Standard professional posture.
For two and a half hours of dinner, talk about music, talk about work, talk about his girlfriend.
Take a sound card and a few pieces of COMB software.
I said I should go home.
Faux pas.
Just too tired.
Otherwise, I would like to play video games together again.
I forgot to say something important when I got home.
thank you
Make it up here.
He was so busy that he sent his voice card and invited him to dinner.
It's a little overdone.
Record the four.
The biological period came on the day of his wedding.
How lucky.
Big -- red.
The old ladies knew how happy they should be.
My stomach aches again.
It's time to start recording and light up.
His part had been recorded earlier.
My side has been dragging for some time.
I'm really sorry to procrastinate.
The tongue is petrified.
Belly cramps.
The more you want to record, the more you can't get into the
state.
Though the lyrics are pornographic, I want to be honest and
serious.
Time.
I need time.
A little bit more time.
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A few diary entries from Calvin klein's diary (collected online)
woke up this morning to the peak of the stomachache.
I can't move.
You can't go to the company.
The salary is QQQQ.
The new drug of the month and the bonus have flown away.
I had a terrible savings plan.
I really hate my stubborn ass.
But no regrets.
The occasional struggle for self-perception is sharp.
Pay your debts this month.
Otherwise, my imagination will sell me to the red tower. He says it's called the blue house.
Recently I like to have endless love for grandpa as a crying Cinderella.
Then, I need to save enough money by the end of the year for me to have a good time and think about the future.
Well, cold jokes are not cold jokes.
You must buy something important for an important person.
Let me just imagine that.
The power of your own invincibility has finally been saved.
Take grandma to the moon.
Just me and her.
Cure grandma's cancer.
Record the six.
Last month we agreed to cut our hair short.
It's all about time.
And forget about it.
Get your hair done by the end of the month.
Auntie this month already USES the new kind of sweet new adjective that plum overwind.
For the sake of cosmic peace.
Shave your head and don't hesitate. Author: a564816273
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13 reply: CK sink a few diary in the life of the death of ke to be born (the online sorting income) go up a long time the MSN old account that did not go up.
32 emails.
27 of them are yours.
Like you said before.
I'm probably really missing the point.
Always forget so many important things.
Like the next world.
It's just that there's no such thing as yesterday's candy.
Father...
We haven't talked about it for a long time.
So much so that I still habitually retaliate and hurt.
You still habitually put up with your withdrawal.
Your friends are starting to hate me.
Maybe even my friends.
Our friends.
Oh, longzeyu, li yu, old E.
They're always asking me, are you enough? You're so pathetic.
Enough is enough.
It should have been enough.
I just got used to it.
Forget to retreat. Forget to stop.
Forget to make it clear to you.
I know. I always know your mood.
Deep, like the slap on my face.
You've never been able to ignore the shock and regret of that
day.
I can only choose to remember that I am mad to go mad.
So gentle you.
I trust you completely.
Give me so many warm you.
Broken up.
Like the crystal goblet that broke that day.
It hurts you if you hurt yourself.
I'll laugh when I hurt myself.
Stupid?
Not at all.
Only you and I know.
I succeeded.
Bad guys.
How can you make me quit that.
Those, let me see her spiritual food.
You should know the most, the ones that make you afraid and hate,
but all are the strength that once supported me to continue to
breathe.
You see, when I mention this, I always have a very grudges.
It's also a habit for you.
I don't have to apologize.
Just because you hurt me.
Whatever your starting point is.
I just want to say, these are all stopped.
It's up to me.
I obviously can't go back.
I have obviously lost myself in the process.
That's the punishment I deserve.
We're even, okay?
Start today and take me out of your world.
You promised before, without my permission, you can't leave me, can't mind me.
Remember that?
You've been a fool and you have a gentle smile and a vow like that.
So now, I'll let you go.
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The last diary of CK's diary before he died:
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My stomach hurts.
The pose was oddly stiff in a soft chair.
It's all perspiration.
Probably hungry.
She got up and looked for some baking soda.
The stomach is more spasmodic.
Wash up in the bathroom.
There's nothing to spit out.
Can only squat down to the throat habitually again.
The finger went in and out of the stomach.
Finally, a little spit out, the gastric juice lubricates the esophagus.
I just want to give it up.
I dug for a minute or two, and my fingers were getting too hard.
There was blood on the white tile.
I don't know if it's a nail stabbing or a nosebleed.
All in all, the throat and nose began to swell, mixing stomach acid with filth and golling outward.
His face was full of blood and saliva.
Some hysterical, just want to vomit the thing in the stomach
clean, spit clean to be comfortable.
It was dark when he got up.
Wobbling and leaning against the wall for a while.
Staring vaguely at the bathroom mirror in the mirror of myself.
This is almost every day of the year.
Good tired.
What day is it today?
It looks like New Year's eve.
Fireworks were everywhere, and the night was as dark as day.
Ears, but no sound.
The nose is still bleeding.
Slip through the corners of your mouth and drop down on the clavicle.
The mouth is full of sugar.
I washed my face with cold water.
I hold my neck still, and it's not easy to stop my nosebleed.
Back to my room.
Online.
The computer's faint light.
Look at her signature and write a little joke about Mr. White and Mrs. White.
Looking at her for a long time was still grey.
Suddenly, she began to cry.
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