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October 9, 2010
Every time when happiness knocks at my door, I would in advance shut it up together with the window of my heart . Of course , I know it could bring me a wonderful time in my life. But I still choose to refuse it. Happy time is used to being short to me. It seems to be a rule that every time when I start to cherish something, it would be gone easily.I took dad’s love for granted before my high school studying, I though dad would do whatever for me that I could not to or forget to do, carrying heavy box, buying me what I need, shuting off bed light after I fell into sleep. He used to talk to other that I was his pride when he got drunk which I took as waffle. But I felt dad’s love, I did. I know for always I was the apple in dad’s eye. I had decided to spend a happy summer with dad and to be a good friend of dad. Bad new came that he had gone on a terrible morning in my first year of high school. I was dumbfounded, fell down to the floor and then bursted into tears. I cannot tell how long I kept silent after that and I am reluctant to remind that.There was once a boy treated me well as I was his princess. We did have some wonderful time. When I knitted him a scarf and decided to tell him my true feeling, he told me he has a girlfriend. How ridiculous!So many things make me afraid to accept the happiness. I am afraid by the time I am near the happiness, it will disappear suddenly. That is too terrible. I choose not accepting the happiness rather than losing it all of a sudden.
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