The girl reprinted an article. What a man who loves her needs to do. How can I understand this kind of woman?

Junior high school time has passed, and high school has quietly arrived. With my parents' expectations, I packed my bags and went to a distant school. Facing a strange face, I am like a wronged child, crying secretly in a place where no one is there. However, the reality is not as cruel as I thought. Soon, I made many new friends. Looking at the innocent and cheerful smiling faces, I also burst into tears and smiled.

I was embarrassed in the first English class and didn't answer missTang's question. But I smiled and waved, and added, "Small mistakes are nothing." Here and now, in the eyes of my classmates, I am a degenerate and shameless person. In fact, I am also very sad, and I really want to try my best to answer questions, and I really want to hear "verygood", but I really don't have the ability.

A few months later, I got into trouble with my classmates and fought with them. Did not think of the consequences, did not take into account the self-esteem and self-respect that a girl should have. Here and now, in the eyes of my classmates, I am so fierce and savage. In fact, behind this tragedy are some unknown grievances of mine. How many girls encouraged me to make mistakes again and again. I regret it, and I'm disappointed in the girls around me.

Time flies, the sun and the moon fly, and it's another semester in a blink of an eye. With a little regret and confidence, I walked into the classroom and looked at the familiar and unfamiliar faces, but I couldn't find my seat. Here and now, in the eyes of my classmates, I am so humble and worthless. In fact, tears have already soaked the report card, and heartbreak has replaced all happiness. I'm so desperate that I can hardly hold on.

However, one day God will love me. I received her apology letter and birthday present. I really can't control my tears. For many days, I wrote an apology letter, but I didn't have the courage to send it. I prepared a congratulatory message, but I couldn't stand the surprised eyes of my classmates. I never said I was sorry. Here and now, in the eyes of my classmates, I am so fickle and sentimental. In fact, I am not a heartless person, but I have turned my former friends into enemies!

I want to recover the loss, but I can't stand the pressure of public opinion. How helpless I am.

In the eyes of my classmates, I seem to care nothing, like a stubborn tomboy who does nothing. In fact, I care a lot. I care about grades, fame and fortune, what teachers think of me, and the sincerity between friends. It's a pity that people don't understand me. I had to go with the flow and exchange my smiling face for a worthless harmony.