Everyone has a different view of loneliness. I think loneliness is my suffering and my salvation. Loneliness makes me awake, although it is also like a deadly poison. Countless nights, my mind kept fighting and arguing, and no one came to stop it. It is said that lonely people like the dark, and it is true. I used to hate loneliness in countless nights of pain and tears. I feel very weak, and I feel that I am in heaven and hell.
Not everyone can accept it calmly. A year ago, I was not alone. Someone cares about the company. Have fun. Later, maybe others didn't have the so-called * * * with me, or I became sensitive and hysterical with my age. On those dark nights, I cried bitterly and wanted to die in serious cases. That stage was almost "mental illness". Losing my temper for no reason, pushing away everyone who should care about me, is unhappy every day. "I envy the stars because I have seen darkness."
I can't bear those tiny accumulated disappointments alone, so I hope someone will share them with me, and the results are often unsatisfactory. It is said that people who maliciously speculate on others are not kind people at heart. I sometimes feel that everyone who approaches me is full of malice, but when I receive a little warmth from others, I will be moved to nothing good. Whenever I intend to do something to repay them, another situation appears, which makes me disappointed and disappointed. Even a little luxury in my heart was shattered.
Maybe this is a long and wonderful life, but I don't want to be alone. I hope I become stronger and stop thinking negative things.
My loneliness, though defeated, is glorious.