After deep contact with me, there is probably such a comment: Strong......

I don't have that realization.

A long, long time ago, during a certain summer vacation, I would often play feathers with my cousin, sunny days, cloudy days, and even wind and rain.

Naturally, my cousin was a hundred unhappy, pointing to the raindrops that kept falling in the sky, and her tone was full of rejection of my invitation to play. However, I don't, but it's not begging, but the naked and dewy general, saying that you are afraid to play with me? Or is it a little rain that scares you out of playing? After that, he said, isn't it raining, what's the big deal, so that there is an atmosphere for playing, isn't it......

The rain is inexplicably smaller.

Under my provocation and disdain, the confrontation in the rain began.

At that time, my cousin gave me two words: extreme.

It means that I will neither admit nor deny it.

I don't know if it's because of this that I laugh the loudest when I'm the saddest, but when I'm supposed to be happy, I'm full of melancholy.

I can't control it, indulge myself in what kind of emotions, and show a corresponding appearance.

Whether it is a dispute, a quarrel, a cold war, or joy, it can't resist it in an instant, and the grievances make the whole person collapse a little.

I don't speak, I don't want to speak, I don't want to be disturbed, but I need someone to break the restless silence most of all.

Only, no......

In the small world that is too deserted, it finally ushered in its darkest side, although there is nothing to see on the surface, so what's the matter?

It is empty, dark, and cold.

Tears are the most incompetitive, constantly shedding, constantly wiping, but nothing can be done.

When the tears are almost gone, it will naturally stop flowing, aggrieved, sad or something, and I feel that there is no need to hurt my own thoughts. Wash your face, smile at yourself in the mirror, and tell her that although laughing is as ugly as crying, it is more acceptable to smile and smile.

It's like the ground being washed clean after a rainy day, although tears can't wash away anything, at least, let the eyes be wet, let the bitterness in the heart with it reduce a part, and then the smile is probably the same as the sun, as bright as possible.

It's sunny, but I still don't want to say anything, if I don't talk about it, it's even more unnecessary to talk about it, and it doesn't make any sense at all.

Maybe I still remember how haggard or stupid I was at that time.

Maybe I feel so stupid, I hold everything in my heart and don't say anything, but when the time comes, I just want to indulge my uncompetitive tears like this.

When I slowly smoothed everything out, the destruction in the small world became translucent and translucent.

The next time it gets dark, just wait for the next time to slowly smooth out.

In this way, it is better that no one will disturb you, and it is better to be alone. At least, you don't have to play yourself strongly, and you won't bring your emotions to others when you can't bear it, turning it into a farce that doesn't seem like you, and increasing your sadness......

After letting yourself get used to it, you will know how much you can endure and how strong you can be.

If you don't want to say it, you won't say anything.

It's also because I haven't completely figured myself out, so I won't say too much.

February 28