My heart is full of secrets, but I can't find anyone to talk to.
Some people and some things are like tattoos. Once they are imprinted on the heart, they can never be erased.
Sometimes, there is no next time, no chance to start over, no pause to continue. Sometimes, if you miss the present, you will never have the chance.
There are some things that we know are wrong, but we still have to persist because we are not willing to give up; there are some people that we know that we love, but we have to give up because there is no ending; sometimes, we know that they are wrong. I know there is no way, but I am still moving forward because I am used to it.
The best life is: one person, quiet and rich; two people, warm and practical.
One of the worst things in the world is to feel that you are not worthy of the person you like. It is like standing on a rainy roof with each other. You can't step forward and say "Let's go together" because you Not even an umbrella.
Some people will never be together in this life, but there is a feeling that can be hidden in their hearts for a lifetime.
Some people can be easily erased by time. Like dust.
Memory is like water poured into the palm of your hand. No matter whether you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will eventually flow cleanly from your fingers.
Those who can keep themselves low are the true nobility.
Sometimes, I suddenly feel lonely. No one understands you, no one stays with you. Occasionally I go crazy and make trouble, as if I am out of tune with this world.
Sometimes, I know my heart is cut by a knife, but I have to smile brightly, I know I am very fragile, but I act so strong, I have tears in my eyes, but I tell everyone that I am fine.
I don’t dare to listen to some songs anymore, I don’t dare to go to some places, and even when I see a boring love story, I don’t dare to stay for a second, for fear that your memories will be blown away by the wind. And you've held someone else's hand and done what we did.
The reason for each collapse seems to others to be making a fuss out of a molehill. Only you know in your heart how many kilograms of weight this straw crushes. sad. There is no empathy in this world, only warmth and coldness.
Sometimes, I just want to cry because I feel aggrieved. Sometimes, I just want to go crazy because I feel depressed. Sometimes, I just want to yell because I feel unhappy. Sometimes, I just want to be quiet because I am really tired.
Sometimes, I am in an inexplicable bad mood, and I don’t want to talk to anyone, I just want to be alone in a daze. Sometimes, I want to hide and be vulnerable alone, not wanting others to see my wounds.
Sometimes, I suddenly feel lonely. No one understands you, no one stays with you. Occasionally I go crazy and make trouble, as if I am out of tune with this world.
Sometimes, my heart is cut by a knife, but I have to smile brightly, I am very fragile, but I act so strong, and tears roll in my eyes, but I tell everyone that I am fine..
I don’t dare to listen to some songs anymore, I don’t dare to go to some places, and even when I see a boring love story, I don’t dare to stay for a second, for fear that your memories will be blown away by the wind. And you've held someone else's hand and done what we did.
The reasons for each collapse may appear to others as making a fuss out of a molehill. Only I know in my heart how much sadness this straw crushes. There is no empathy in this world, only warmth and coldness.
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