"I never want to be underestimated by others in my life, because the feeling of being underestimated by others is so sad. I can say without hesitation that I have worked hard for so long, just hope to become a stronger person at the end, at least a stronger person. This is also what I pursue and persist in my life. If you tell me that this is wrong, then I really don't know how to reply to your words. Let's start. On August Sunday, the mild weather led to the hibernating squirrel courtyard. The bare branches became their adventure paradise. There was a plum tree outside the window of my study. I watched two squirrels playing hide-and-seek on the tree. Sometimes they hovered up the trunk, flicked between the branches, and then rang in a hurry along a branch, jumping to the tree next to it.

The back head was facing down, and rushed down from the trunk, and suddenly stopped halfway, motionless, and his claws clutched the rough trunk like Victor Velcro, and chased each other like flying. The squirrels running out of the lawn flashed left and right from time to time, trying to get rid of the squirrel behind. Finally, they rushed towards the trunk of a big aries and shot at the treetops, landing on the elastic branches, maintaining balance and blinking while the other party was satisfied. This is a pure game. There is no doubt that they are just playing and practicing their agility, completely for fun. If there is a reincarnation, I don't mind being a squirrel. Their knee joints must be as flexible as steel that has been tempered. This is also my guess. I think my guess is always inseparable, and there are few too many or too few that lose some problems."

"The idea that you don't want to be underestimated by others is right, or who in this world wants to be underestimated by others? It's also right that I always want to be underestimated by others. To put it bluntly, who doesn't like to be underestimated by others? It's not an important question. The important question is how we are treated by others, and how we view others. This is the problem. The first time I saw the pain was about a year ago, when I was leaving the apartment there? The train from Uston was rushing to 8:00, I hurriedly went in and out of four rooms, stuffed my watch and dirty socks into my suitcase? Close the window? Turn off the lights, reset the timer of the central air conditioner, poured the remaining milk from the paper box into the inner wall of the toilet. The decision of Senilaf was simply to say that I was executing the procedure in the list of departure instructions. Which list was opened by gravel?

He used a colored emoji refrigerator sticker? He fixed it on the refrigerator door and reminded me again and again. This is indeed the case. I need to be reminded, otherwise I always forget that many things I should remember were forgotten behind me. At this moment, my knees had a severe biting pain, like a red iron needle piercing into my right knee? I was in my place and pulled it out? Stayed and it weakened quickly? Then I felt like I suddenly screamed and turned over on the bed? I was in the bedroom at that time, my voice was very small? Even though I was alone at this time, what was wrong with me? I had never felt such a horrible feeling. I felt sadness was so close to me."

"What's wrong? Actually, I really want to know what's wrong with a person? If you always think about your own problems too simply?

That might not be said, but it is obvious that this is not the case. I stood up carefully. It should be that they did not. The adjectives and adverbs I checked were in the same form. I stood up carefully and transferred the weight of my body to my right knee. I ate it and walked a few steps forward. It was a funny word. I had nothing to do with ginger. I always thought it meant to be very careful when tasting ginger. Dip wet fingers on the ginger, and then licked the fingers with the tip of my tongue. But it was not right. It was believed that it came from Taylor Swift, or it means aristocratic. Neither of these words should apply to what I wanted to express. I walked forward a few steps without any effort. I shrugged my shoulders and understood it contemptuously as some abnormal nerve twitching, just like the painful cramps that you would sometimes turn your head and look for something in the back seat of a car. I left my husband.

I got on the train and never thought that he was working in the study about a week later. My legs were crossed under the desk. I felt the sudden sting of his right knee. I was so painful that I couldn't breathe. Then I took a deep breath and then with a loud exhalation. Since then, the pain has become more and more frequent and there is still no sign of any signs. When I expected him to have an attack, he never hurts, such as when I was playing golf or tennis, but he would happen after a exercise when I was drinking in the club bar or driving home, or when I couldn't sit, sitting in the study, or lying on the bed, he sometimes made me scream in the middle of the night, thinking that I had a nightmare and talk about nightmare, but he was probably the only thing I didn't have."

"That's really great, right? Many people are troubled by nightmares, but you can completely let go of a nightmares. This seems to me very good, or it's not easy, it's really not necessary to laugh at you, or say a few sarcastic words on you. Actually, I don't like to say these sarcastic words, because I know that it's useless, right? You know that it's useless, maybe it's because that kind of thing is useless that we know how sad and sad this thing is, just like the feeling I've said countless times before. We know how sad we are, how difficult it is to deal with the following problems, but what can that happen? In fact, it's not like that, because we are just a kind of ordinary sadness.

As for people, the only thing I haven't had is nightmares. It's really fun to think about it. Of course, I don't know what will happen in the end. Anyway, I only know that don't look for me afterwards, or that the key is to not be too irritated by the future. I have anxiety, fear, night sweats, insomnia, and maybe there are no nightmares. I have never really had many dreams or simply put, as far as I know, I can't remember my dreams, because people always dream when they sleep. They say this, it's like there's a TV in my brain, and the lights are on all night but no one watches the dream channel. I really hope I can record those programs. Maybe I can find a clue from it to find out what's wrong with me. I don't have only my knees, I only have my brain, my soul."
Chapter completed!