I opened the window, stuck my head out to let the wind blow my eyes before the tears fell, sat down when I came back, and let the tears flow with peace of mind.

I kind of want to cry, I don't like to cry in front of others, but the eye sockets are too small, the tears are too big, and even if I lift my head, it will fall.

23.224.255.93,23.224.255.93; 0; pc; 5; I can wave my hand and say that I don't care about what is right and wrong, as if I don't care about it, but I will also toss and turn in the middle of the night and can't sleep, get up and write my sorrows in the diary.

She is a person who makes me willing to be good to her, and she will always let me, she is my support in addition to my relatives.

I turned my back to the window, the wind blew my ponytail and I wiped my eyes with my hands. I can't cry, after a while, the tears run dry, and I can't cry when everyone is crying.

I can show her my journal, and she will tell me a lot of her troubles. I can talk to people everywhere in the class, as if there is no shortage of friends, but I will also open QQ and find that no one can talk, and close it again, not knowing what to do.

I'm a person who cares a lot about what other people think. I kind of want to cry, I don't like to cry in front of others, but the eye sockets are too small, the tears are too big, and even if I lift my head, it will fall.

They looked at me and didn't ask anything, and no one wanted to close the window. I can talk to people everywhere in the class, as if there is no shortage of friends, but I will also open QQ and find that no one can talk, and close it again, not knowing what to do.

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