Living day after day is not very sad or very happy.
There are some things I can figure out and accept, but I am just very sad.
Maybe the way the world makes you grow up is too extreme.
I can't breathe in pain, and I can't cry. It feels good.
Insecure people love music and are afraid of the dark, but they like to stay up late.
I hate that I have nothing now. I'm exhausted. Even the word "future" is not easy to say.
Always fail to live up to life, so life doesn't want to be nice to me.
When I was a child, "I can't wait to grow up!" When I grew up, I became "I can't wait to die!"
I don't want to tell others about my past, the lonely and barren struggles in my dreams. Leave time, slowly indifferent.
I always thought time was medicine, but I didn't expect it to be poisonous. I ignored it and paid my years. I always thought that love was a thriving attraction, but I didn't expect it to turn into a thriving quarrel.
I walked in the crowd, close to each other, like them, struggling to eat, burying my head in work and laughing. I am the loneliest in my life.
Suddenly I felt very collapsed, suffocated, chest tightness, and lost to the extreme. I feel helpless, lonely and bored.
I admit, I'm not at all well now. A lot of times I really can't stand it, and I'm about to collapse.
I was swayed by emotions again and kept talking. I am becoming more and more reluctant to talk, irritable, lazy, anxious and insomnia. Pick up the phone and don't know what to do. If nothing unexpected happens, that difficult day will come again.