Those sad words I saw on the Internet, these words seemed to be saying to me every sentence.

It turns out that a girl can really be so sad that she has no words, no expression, sits quietly alone, and doesn't say a word, but she suddenly feels that her nose is sore, her eyes are wet, and she feels that she can't do anything.

How strong do you think I am, I'm also afraid of ghosts and afraid of the dark, and I will shed tears when I am wronged, and I am sad for the girl who wants to hug.

I now feel that every day, every minute and every second, my energy is being consumed, I am almost out of power, I don't know what is wrong with me, I don't seem to be happy.

I had hoped that one night or in the wee hours of the morning, you would send me a long message, it would be okay to be short, and tell me that you have not forgotten me at all these days.

When did a boy take me in his arms and tell me with red eyes that he was afraid of losing me.

Crush, crush is just a person's wasteland of old, do you feel wronged, that's because you love him, love for too long, but you just meet with him, nod your head, you don't even have the right to joke with him. You want to care about him, but you're afraid of losing your proportion, and you see him laughing with others, and you don't even have an excuse to find a suitable topic. You can't find a reason to be jealous. But he's innocent, isn't he, liking him is just your own business, you're too good at hiding your heart, it's really humble and distressing when you like someone, you never feel that your best things are not worthy of him, he is as clean and out of reach as white moonlight in your heart. So you can only be angry with yourself, you are angry that you can't stand by his side, and you are angry that he can't look back at you.

Sometimes I don't know what's wrong, I don't want to talk for some reason, and I think about some messy past, in short, this feeling is very uncomfortable and helpless.

Some people look quite normal, eating and sleeping and joking, swiping Weibo in class, but in fact, they are already dead in their hearts.

I remember talking to you late and late, but now that we don't have any intersection, I still stay up late, but I don't have you anymore at night.

I try to take care of everyone's feelings, I don't want the people around me to be unhappy, I can always notice their mood changes, but in the end it is always me who is left behind.

I love you very much, but when my disappointment accumulates to a certain point, I don't even bother to be loved.

Everyone thinks you're getting better, but only you know that a shadow is a shadow, and some scars won't heal, he's just scabbed, and it still hurts when he touches it.

There was once a man who said he wanted to protect me, but then he gave me the wind and waves.

I didn't like him so much at first, just chatting casually, but I didn't expect him to get better and better for me, and I couldn't do without him more and more, but in the end, he was too fresh and left.

The most humble thing is probably that you ignored me for a long time, and I was obviously very sad, but as soon as you talked to me, I was happy as if nothing had happened.

I like you so much that I forget how many tears I shed for you across the screen, the memo is all about you, you treat me a little better, I wipe away my tears and continue to love you.

A girl who is lively and cheerful on the surface will always give people a feeling of getting along very well, but you never know how bad her sense of security is.

I really pay attention to details, if I sent you a message at three in the morning and you woke up only to go back early without asking me why I went to bed so late, I would feel like you weren't worth it.

I don't understand why I was suddenly irritable, suddenly sad, and suddenly found that I was living a mess, my hands were so big, and there were too many things that I couldn't hold.

I'm sorry, it's my fault that I'm too easy to get excited, it's me who is too possessive, it's me who cares too much about small details, it's me who doesn't deserve to be loved, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's me who delayed you.

If you stand in my place, you will know how I feel, you will know how wronged I am, and you will know that I listen to other people's suggestions, or choose you without hesitation.

I obviously stayed in the dark so well, it was you who rescued me and pushed me into the abyss, why do you dare to empathize, the needle can't be pricked on you, you will never feel much pain.

I was so disappointed that I decided to ignore you anymore, but as soon as you messaged me, I instantly forgave you, and even felt that I had done something wrong, saying how much I loved you.

The night you didn't reply to my messages, I woke up countless times, picked up my phone to read your messages, but you didn't reply to me, do you know that this is the tenderness I never gave to others.

Every time he coaxed me back, he didn't treat me well, and he didn't cherish me, and the compromises made him more arrogant, and this time he punished him for not having me anymore.