If you can hope that someone can take her out of that miserable time, if not, it doesn't matter, it's over.

But she is more and more afraid of being alone, afraid of being alone in this empty room, she doesn't seem to be a person who is very good at getting along with herself, but what is even stranger is that she is not very good at getting along with everyone.......

Sometimes I stay alone in the house, I can't find a sense of belonging, I don't know what to do, and I stare at a place blankly, and a long time passes.

She grew up with her grandmother since she was a child, and she has a very good relationship with her grandmother, living in her grandmother's warm arms, he thinks that the world will be very beautiful, and has infinite expectations for the future.

Grandma's house is her safe haven, and she wants to hide from everything, even if she sits there and doesn't speak, everything will feel very reassuring.

But after coming to that strange city, it seems to be completely isolated from the previous life, just like what happened in the previous life, every day I talk to myself, talk to myself, to be honest, sometimes I feel a little stunned.

But even the conclusion reached in the end does not seem to be suitable for people, we always hope to be able to get a little kindness in this world, but sometimes a little malice can completely knock down a fragile heart.

In a strange city, I can't understand their unique accent, as if even talking has become a very difficult thing, at the bus stop, accidentally stepped on, the person turned his head, as if he looked confident, didn't say anything, turned his head and walked away, suddenly there was a grievance, as if he couldn't say anything, his throat was choked, but there was not a tear in the corner of his eye.

It's a secret from the heart of a little girl who lives alone, she has never shared with anyone, and if she can, she wants to be able to bury this unique memory in her heart.

It's strange that she doesn't seem to feel happy for a while, and life is always dull, and people don't have a smile at all.

The indifferent classmates around her, as well as the teachers who never interact with her, this unfamiliar environment makes her feel out of place, and she doesn't know how to fit in with everyone, and she is still a girl with a little inferiority.

The teeth are not too neat, and she doesn't even dare to laugh in front of everyone, sometimes she speaks quickly so that people don't see her teeth clearly, and sometimes she can't help but want to laugh, so she uses her hand in front of her mouth, and she is very good at this self-deception.

I have been ridiculed many times, especially when I face an uncle who walks by on the road laughing so loudly, and his smile for a few seconds ruins the self-esteem that a little girl has accumulated for a long time, and it takes longer to develop self-confidence after that.

Standing in front of everyone, it seems that I don't even know how to say a complete self-introduction, everyone can always smile happily and tell their experiences interestingly, but it seems that they can only say a name and are about to end.

It's so inferior in front of everyone, and then I learned to put on makeup, and I made some makeup on my face that can modify the lines of my face, but the last opening is still the same, and it can be regarded as three hundred taels of silver here.

It's not bad to look in the mirror alone, but when you get out, it's not like that.

I can't sleep at night, I can't sleep for a long time, and the dark circles under my eyes appear unsurprisingly, the dark circles under my eyes are like an old ghost who is playing tricks, and I won't leave when I come, and I won't go with any cosmetics, as if I have to rely on it for a lifetime.

There are many boxes in front of the table, all of which are express boxes, which contain instant noodles, dried noodles, bread, milk....

Fear that they will expire and fear that they will not have enough to eat, as if everything is so contradictory, so sometimes living too carefully is not necessarily a good thing.

But for a little girl, that fragile heart has become very sensitive, and she wants to wrap herself in a happier way in front of everyone, but her face doesn't give face at all, and she is unhappy, and she can't even hide it, which is ridiculous.

Sometimes I envy the movie stars in those movies, they can control their expressions at will, and then play their acting skills freely, but how can they not do anything in front of themselves? Especially when that kind of big scene comes, everyone is full of smiling faces, only I seem to be crying and mourning, as if no one wants to look at it.

Everyone likes sunny and cheerful girls, and they are no exception, but why can't they be like that? I really can't laugh in front of everyone, I can't say a word fluently, sometimes I stutter a little bit in front of my closest friends, and the fear I brought when I was a child was really too great.

But when I was a child, my family didn't know about anything, I didn't think much about it at the time, and I didn't plan to tell them about it, but now I think about it, I really made a wise choice at that time.

It seems that everything has been learned, and I take it on my own, but in the end I still feel scared, and I grope forward like this, and I don't know when I will be able to reach the end.

I also hope that I can be more serious about learning, at least don't let the people around me look down on me, but I don't need to use my head in this area, but what kind of interest and talent are I interested in? Please, could you please tell me?

used to have a group of good friends, but when I came to this cold city, I only had myself and the shadow shining in the sun, and the shadow couldn't speak, even if I could speak, I didn't talk much as my own shadow.

Walking on the road, I hope that the people around me can at least smile with gentle eyes, forget it, the parties themselves are not willing to laugh, so why force others.

After those dark days, the family did business and came back.

In fact, I have a lot of feelings in my heart, but I don't know who to say it to, and I don't know where to start, so I just don't mention it.

It seems to have changed here, and it seems that nothing has changed, why hasn't everyone seen that they have had a period of self-isolation experience, or is it that they are too good at disguise, forget it, just think about it!

When I came to my grandmother's house, it was so warm, but every time I parted, I had an indescribable feeling in my heart, as if this was the only tear that I could cry at present.

She always asks if you're doing over there. How's the food? Is there a good life?

The sponge's answer is always to live well, to eat well, and to live a good life.

But only I know best how dark those days were, one person went downstairs to throw garbage, one person washed clothes, one person went to school, one person cooked, and one person relaxed......

If there is a choice in life, I really hope to stay by my grandmother's side forever, and live like that carefree, but there is no choice, even if he chooses to be comfortable, but he will not stop with the hands behind him.

The hands behind him seem to have a mission, constantly pushing people to another height, for people who are afraid of heights, this is a fatal injury, some people are very capable and can overcome their fear of heights, but some people can't, keep moving forward in fear, I don't know which kick is the abyss......

Sponge once wrote this passage to someone else:

I used to call your name countless times in helpless nights, not because you could be there for me right away, but because I would be at ease by calling your name, even if we weren't even friends.

Sponge has a favorite boy, he always gives people a very cheerful feeling, no matter when, he doesn't have a straight face like himself.

He likes a lot of things, especially to do challenging things, and admires his bravery.

But because of low self-esteem, he never showed any love in front of him, and sometimes he lowered his head when he met, slipped away quietly, stopped at the right time, and turned his head to look at his back.

I don't know how long this kind of relationship lasted, maybe many times we can remember a sentence at the time, he said it so casually at that time, I guess I didn't take it too seriously.

"Isn't there anything sad about you?"

"There's no need to keep sad things, I have a shredder at home"

Sponge never understood what he meant? Is it just a joke? Or is there really a shredder at home? Is it to write down all the troublesome things on a piece of paper and shred them, will it work?

Until one day she saved some money and bought a crusher, whether it was for his casual words at that time, or to crush the troubles, she finally bought it.

Write all your worries on a piece of A4 paper, put it in the shredder, and with a clattering sound, all that comes out is powder.

But have the troubles taken away? No, it seems that I have always stayed in my heart and never went out.

"It would have been nice if I had realized this earlier, and I wouldn't have been as obsessed as I am now" Some people are destined to let go, even if they stay by their side and treat them as an ordinary friend, it can be regarded as a harm.

Not seeing each other is the greatest relief for each other, and it is fairer for those who like it to be liked.

The sponge saw the tragic days before in a trance and smiled bitterly.

"What's wrong?" Malt asked.

"Nothing, by the way, how are you going to solve this matter?" Sponge immediately jumps the topic back, as if it is not a wise choice to direct the topic to himself.

"I don't know, I didn't expect that one day I would have to face such a situation, oh my God" Malt rubbed his head, it seems that thinking about such a question will really make people have a headache.

"It's okay, don't worry, let me help you figure it out"

"Is there any other way to fix it?" It's best not to let Senior Mangni know, although he showed his trust in himself last time, but it can't always make him feel confused.

"Tomorrow you ask that guy out, I'll talk to him" It's funny to say that a person with a social phobia actually wants to talk to someone else, and is also an advocate for his own friends.

Sponge is always difficult to solve when she encounters her own problems, but it is incumbent on her friends to help them, because she knows best that some people are on their side when they are in trouble.