Is it helpless or what, I can't say it, and I don't know what I want to express.

I always feel like I have nowhere to vent, and I have something suppressed in my heart that I can't release.

I don't know how to make a difference and how to make myself handle some things.

I was tired and tired, but I didn't have a place to talk

There is a person who listens to the inner world, and what will I be like in the other world.

I don't want to be so unbearable, I don't want to live someone else's life, I want to live for myself and work hard for myself.

However, I couldn't escape, and I felt that my thoughts were very sad, and the tragedy in my heart was still playing out one scene after another, and even my facial features had to be buried.

Now ask yourself, are you still you? I guess it's not anymore.

It's like living in someone else's world, so tired.

It was so empty that even I couldn't imagine who I was, lost all my way, unable to find the disgusting smell that seemed to be enclosed in a narrow box with no light, no breath, and a world that I couldn't bear.

However, he couldn't escape, and he was helpless to the extreme. Who will understand? It's like you'll never get out of a miserable life

My heart has been sealed up, and if I can't jump out, I don't know what kind of ending I'm going to face.

Who understands me, I hate everything here.

All the details of life are clearly reflected in your selfishness, ignoring me, you are not love, I am tired.

A1

It's been two years, and all the memories have begun to blur during the time period of unconsciousness and unconsciousness, but it still feels like you were being teased at the time.

My memory is still very good, don't play me with this kind of pediatric trick in the future, I won't eat this set again.

I don't know if it's fast or slow, I didn't expect everything that happened in the next two years.

Originally, I just thought it was a simple chat, but I didn't expect that there would be so many in the future.

At that time, I was ignorant, I didn't know whether I was right or wrong about what I was facing now, and I began to doubt myself.

Maybe it's fate, and I haven't had time to understand its meaning in depth, but it's already later, and I'm caught off guard.

In the cycle of years, I don't know if I'm not panicking or you aren't panicking, I just think that simple love shouldn't be like this.

Simple happiness should be small and hidden in the cracks, and your love is too great for me to accept.

Since I opened my sleepy eyes in the morning, it was the alarm clock that woke me up, playing different roles at different times, and the little things in life combined are love, and your love is so illusory and ethereal.

Only by having the ability to do one's own thing can one be qualified to love others.

Yes, many things are mutually beneficial, and some things are impatiently repeated, but it cannot be denied that this is life.

And you, don't fit into such a track.

We have so many ideas that are very different, everyone makes mistakes, and mistakes are not made for you to repeat over and over again, but should make each other understand what you mean.

I've said everything I need to say, you don't know me, and you don't understand how many women are duplicitous.

You don't even know what it means to love someone. You just want to succeed.

To get someone and not get her heart is like being with a dead person, there is no difference. This is not just talk.

So let's keep it simple.

In fact, everything is very simple, and the combination of trivial things in daily life is simple. The alarm clock when I get up, when I eat, I will think about the taste of each other's food, whether the food is good or not, take a picture and show me to ask, why didn't I eat meat! You're too thin, eat some meat, eat less snacks.

But there is never a shortage of snacks every day, because I am afraid that I will be hungry and have nothing to eat. Fruit is indispensable, and when I was a little sick, I began to tell me a thousand times, and I went to the hospital several times when I was anemic, and I began to urge me to take supplements.

You can't eat junk food, but when you run out of milk and fruits, you will be rushed to buy them, and you won't want to eat them.

I always keep the good food for me, know what I like to eat, and remind me to pay attention to safety when I go to PE class.

You don't have to think about anything, take the bus home to the station, go back to school and send it downstairs to the dormitory, and take the bus to occupy the land.

With him, the decisions that can be made will definitely not be done by me alone.

When you go out to play, you carry it on your back when you are tired, blow the wind when it is hot, and always protect you in the back when you play games.

When you walk and cross the street, you must walk on the inside, and you are afraid that she will be bored every day to find something to do for her.

Remind you to drink plenty of water every day and go to bed early every day.

Also, it's not just a good night when you go to bed, remember to cover the quilt so that you don't catch a cold.

He can change anything, work hard, but what about you?

I will bring up my mistakes if I am wrong, I don't like people who stick to me, he won't.

Most of them live in two places and are used to this kind of company.

Although the time spent together is short, they will be thinking about each other.

Have your own free time to do your own thing.

There used to be a time when I was on the phone and went to sleep every day, singing a song every day before going to bed, I didn't sleep, he never said before I went to bed that I was sleepy and it was time to sleep, and you were just reminding me that it was time to sleep

I'm not someone who doesn't understand people.

Everything is very simple, there is love everywhere, there is nothing you can't think of, there is nothing you can't do, you can get better is my greatest comfort, no matter what.

Time has given us the test to understand what we need for ourselves, and we should not spend it absurdly.

We need to be with the right person, the right person, the right person, we can never deceive ourselves, what you think in your heart, only you know best.

You love someone and you don't care about everything he says, everything he does, and you think he's doing it for your good.

However, no matter how much you do for someone you don't love, you won't think it's because of you, but for himself.

We can't judge, let alone judge, a person's commitment to loving you.

In moments of dislike, there is no reason, in front of someone you don't love, even if he does what you like the most, not the right person, you will not be happy.

Only the right people can do happy things together, you would rather not do it, than be wronged and do it with people you don't like, you like it and control yourself, there is no point.

The youth of the past can no longer be returned, everything in the past only leaves memories, and it is impossible to come back.

I am not the same person I used to be, and you are no longer the same person I used to be, we are all changing, and we all have different attitudes towards life.

For the past, I can't comment on anything correctly, the past is gone, but it's fine, but I'm very grateful for the good memories left during that time.

Maybe it's better now, maybe it's not as good as it used to be, and there's nothing we can do to change anything.

But everything in the past has made us grow a lot, what is what we need, what we want, what is suitable for us, we may have the right answer in our hearts.

I want to say it but can't say it in my current life, I really don't know how to speak, it's bad at the moment.

I really don't know if it's the tempering of life or what, and everything I face is very powerless, whether it's my own ignorance or incompetence.

The personalities of each person and each person are simply different interpretations of the life we see with the naked eye, I can't think back, let alone face it, everything seems to be unreal and unreal.

Lost in running in the mirror, unable to see the end, tired figure, he seems to pity himself so much.

We all want to be ourselves if we don't want to do something for others and for ourselves, instead of doing something that others are blackmailing and forcing on us against our will.

But what is it like to be yourself, it's so difficult to be yourself.

I couldn't see who I was now, and I didn't know what was wrong that was unforgivable.

Could it be that torturing the other person would comfort one's own psyche? At the same time, I have to watch the people I love so tormented.

I'd rather overcome myself alone, find myself, give others a new understanding, and at the same time change to my true self.

Time can heal pain, but it can't change a person.

The explanation of the torment and pain, using all the naivety to make the other party suffer, may not be anything in your own eyes.

But in the eyes of the other party, we may not imagine that we can't choose, and the scars in our hearts will never be healed.

Love can also warm a person's heart, and it can slowly melt when there is love in the cold, but when in the eyes of others, when you realize that you are not love, it will not be able to change.

Thinking about it in another way, there can be a different sky, a person you think you don't love, no matter how much you love you, your heart will never change.

The person you love happens to fall in love with you, and it's a very happy thing.

It's a blessing to be in love at the right time, in the right place, but the person you love doesn't love you, I'm sorry, please let the other person fall in love with you.

Maybe you think that you have done a lot of things, and there is nothing in the eyes of the other person, I'm sorry, the other person doesn't love you, please let go and choose another person you love, I am the one who is waiting for me to be loved.

Maybe it's going to be a paradise, so why not try it, there's no need to waste all your energy on a tree. It is better to waste your youth for someone you don't love, it's better to find someone you love and enjoy life for it.

If you love someone, you can give up everything you have, get rid of your little faults, and on this premise, the other person may love you, but you have not changed.

Use your own stubbornness to punish another person, use your own irrationality to hurt the other person, do you know what the other person is going to face.

What you think is what the other person thinks, with your own feelings, with your own imagination, it seems that all this is for your sake, but it is wrong, what does the other person want, do you give what the other person wants? There is a tacit understanding between people with similar hearts, but it is really better to say goodbye to each other.

In your eyes, you think that you are perfect, that you don't lack anything, and that many people may envy all that you have used.

Yes, this is the vanity, in fact, I am just like them, I just envied the glory that no longer exists, but now it is gone, there is no longer worthy of worship, and I will not go.

However, what has been experienced and what has brought me is that you have used everything, you have used your obsession to get everything back, of course, you can completely say that it is my fault, and even then, you can only say that you have returned to yourself.

Everyone's mind is in control of themselves, and I can't think of anything for you. A simple true love, you won't experience that little happiness.

You don't panic, what is simple true love.

If you don't panic, it will only be wrong to go on like this.

Have you seriously thought about what you encountered and experienced in your most beautiful years?

How many days of yours can be left with sweet memories for later?

We can't walk together, but at least we should leave each other some good memories, since there are no more, please don't waste your time and me.

Life is a long road, we need to pursue a lot of things, love is important, but being tormented by love, what reason do we not want to re-understand ourselves and find our own part.

The past is beautiful after all, but there is no way to look back.

A2

Yes, that's it, suppressing my breathing, doing everything I feel like someone is watching you behind you, without a little free breathing, it's not me anymore, I can't find my true self anymore.

This feeling is very tiring, this is not love, this is not myself, this is like someone is ordering me, asking me to do things that I don't like or don't want to do, there is no free breathing, no matter how clear the sky is, it is bright, I can't feel the sunshine and temperature.

It's like someone grabbing you by the throat, it's really hard, it's breathless, every day I'm losing myself, I can't find my own direction, you're holding me back from everything in front of me, I can't move forward.

This kind of life is really exhausting, how to get yourself out? Imagine walking on the beach, surrounded by a cosy atmosphere, with a few seabirds flying by.

I know it's all just imaginary.

With your selfish normalcy to me, with your selfish normalcy to torture me, I don't know if you will hurt, I don't know if I understand my pain? Do you feel it? Do you have any heartache? You know the hurt that hurts me, the helplessness, the helplessness, the ...

After so many tears and bitter begging, I pity myself for my wail to you, why can't I let it go?

I'm angry with you, and you are angry with me, I don't know when this torture will end, I resist everything, and the only purpose is to leave my hands.

If you really love, how can you make me sad.

If God loves, how can you let me weep.

If you really love, how can you ignore me and fulfill yourself.

If you really love, why be selfish and not consider my feelings

If so, why not let go for the happiness I want.

Tell me, that's not love.

I don't want to be so tired, why should I be so miserable.

Some fate is destined not to be together, why do you want to be so forceful?

What is this in exchange, see? Except for quarrels and quarrels, why can't you give me freedom.

Let go of me, and let go of yourself. It also makes life easier, isn't your love great?

Why is it just painfully selfish possession of the other party now, this should not be your original intention.

Nothing is inseparable, and instead of painful torture, why hurt your loved one so much?

It's better to let go and give each other a chance, and give each other a good and peaceful future.

It's not suitable to be together, and it's better for you to miss me than for me to torture you and do the same for myself.

Where are you when I'm lonely, confused, materialistic, and lost?!

I love you, and for your happiness, I'm willing to give up everything about you – including you. Zhang Ailing said.

B1

Thousands of days are like a day, today is December 17th, we have known each other for three years, I still remember the scene of the first meeting, you are so beautiful, I am impeccable and want to have.

At that age, everything was more real than fantasy, the long hair hanging down casually was tied on an off-white knit sweater, there were small dimples blooming on the shy smiling face, the erotic jeans did not wrap the thin legs, and the slender fingers caressed the somewhat reddened cheeks, which made people reluctant to look at it twice.

It's winter, and you don't feel a chill in your body. Since then, I can't wait to have you, hold you in my arms, and every time you call my name, I will be excited and at a loss. I think this should be love.

But as day and night alternate, it's hard to tell what we really are, and you know I'm a writer, a failed writer.

Although I can write about all the beauty and sorrow of love, in the face of life, I am more like a lonely downcast at the moment.

Silence in a room with only cold air, only drinking a glass of spirits will give you a sense of security, like a kid who has long been abandoned by the world.

If the toes are sinking, they will fall deeper and deeper and unable to extricate themselves, which is a foreshadowing that has been laid for a long time.

It's your foreshadowing, like the plot doesn't match the lines at all now, and with bad subtitles, people around you see a comedy as a tragedy.

The suffocating scene you are talking about is always going on and on, as if it never ends at a certain point, and it really is worse than dying.

You can see that we are too different from each other, but can't we be very different because of differences?

Simple, simple, everything can be simpler, you know how simple my original intention is.

I've been waiting for you for two years, I've been waiting for you for two years for this love, and there are not too many complicated factors, just because you helped me when I was most helpless, so that I have the motivation to create, without yours at the beginning, there would be no me now.

I really don't have the ability to consume our relationship into a very cheap consumer product in the end, and we are still mentioning the end, but I don't know when it will end mercilessly.

Do you still think that it was a farce from the beginning two years ago, indeed, I admit that there was an element of love at first sight, I just fell out of love at that time, and I was in a very bad mood, and I thought about writing a novel to vent, but in the end it ended in giving up.

It should be not fast or slow, there were a lot of transitions in the middle before there was the so-called fate later, and there is really no way to deliberately arrange these things.

As I get older, I don't really know what love is, and what I think and do is completely inconsistent, too often my emotions are occupied by selfishness, and I know that this is wrong, but as things develop, it always backfires in the end.

I used to think that love is the whole of life, and for this reason I gave up everything to blindly pursue it, and it may not be an exaggeration to describe it with the word depravity now.

The questions and confusion of my friends around me all flocked to me, but so what, isn't youth for regret, I said to myself.

What now? I do regret it, but fortunately, it's a good thing to be able to try the feeling of falling to your heart's content.

Drunk to the moment of drunkenness, the picture of falling down the street, vomiting in the corner of the sheets.

In fact, sometimes when I think about it, it's really nothing, it's not all going slowly, it's not all about regretting it in the future, what else can I do.

If life is really a movie, can you give me some spoilers ahead of time so that I can think of our ending.

But I also know that it is the most uncomfortable episode that will happen under the impetus of time, but I don't know how to stop it from happening.

You don't know what it's like to wake up five or six times a night, I dreamed that you were walking in front of me holding hands, and I wanted to chase, and I chased desperately, but I couldn't catch up, and I couldn't escape.

Why did you say that you would live together in the future, but then for half a year, I was allowed to live in the shadow of him, you are in contact every day, and you are talking ambiguous words every day, it feels like I am a third party.

Let me see again and again, promise me again and again that I will not contact again, and believe in you again and again, but what is the end in exchange?

Layout, deliberately, concealment, heart-tearing too many derogatory words are not too much to use at this moment.

From being willing to be a stupid boy and giving up everything for you at the beginning, only to later realize that everything was a lie.

There was no cage of freedom, it was pitch black, and everything was unreal.

Is it complicated to be as simple as I want? It's just taking care of each other and simply living a life, but you have set off waves that you can't afford again and again.

How many times have I told you well, but you have been torturing me with your ex in the past tense, how many times have you promised to stop contacting, and how many times have you said this sentence as if it was not as thick as a bubble.

Do you think it's not enough to collapse with each other again and again? How far does it take to make trouble?

You know, even if everybody came to my head and said it was my fault, I wouldn't hesitate to clap his hand and ask him how he was, what could he do? As long as I feel that there is nothing wrong with this time, it is enough.

Maybe if we add up the time we quarrel, we can watch a complete TV series.

I remember all the moments of kneeling down and begging you that night, and I remember the way you ignored you.

Betrayals and lies are all circling in the space that has passed, laughing at how fragile I am, and how ironic it is that these vulnerabilities come from trust in you.

What's even more ironic is that the so-called maturity at the moment all comes from your growth after deception.

It made me start like a nightmare, and now a word is like getting rid of everything, what if I don't allow it?

It's good to write a love letter, but why is there too many things that shouldn't appear in it, is this the so-called fairness?

If yes, do you give me what you call fairness again? Probably not, the combined calculations are enough to make me collapse many times in a moment.

How ironic that the music producer once said to me, he said that if you want to write better words, you have to face and suffer the most painful wounds, and people who have not experienced falling into hell will definitely not be strong in their hearts.

I took this passage seriously, and for a period of time I was trying to play with my feelings, and in the end I seemed to understand a lot about love through the experience, but the price was that I felt like I was suffering from depression for a long time.

As you said, time can really heal a person's pain, which makes me feel very funny, and I can write a dozen sentences like this.

Just like the assumptions of some things are pure fiction, was the original intention of the first place to be punctured? I'm not that great, I just want to be a layman, so vulgar that I can once again throw away everything around me for you.

Breathless, stuffy in the bar with a glass of whiskey that will delight your taste buds, glass by glass, trying to find an excuse to put you down.

But I really can't find a way to leave you, sleep with multiple women, if there were your best friends in it, you should have opened your mouth to scold me.

Sensuality is really wonderful, but that's not love, that's really not love, the person I love is you, it's a little funny to say that.

Tearing my heart and lungs struggling in the streets in the early hours of the morning, I want you to tell me in person that everything is just a lie, not true.

Love made me lose myself like a madman, smash my phone, and try to break everything that was transparent.

Vanity, once that vanity gave me a taste of the feeling of being on top, and now, build all vanity under your scheming.

You do feel very pitiful, blaming me for all the faults, making everyone think that I am the bad person, your mother probably doesn't want to see it in her life, she used to like me so much, and now it's all ruined by you. Why did you appear just to make me die or live painfully?

Actually, really, you can say whatever you want, anyway, in your eyes, I do it wrong every time, and I'm used to your unreasonable trouble.

Now I have learned to magnify some of my small mistakes, and each time I am pushed to the edge of choosing silence, waiting for me to say that I broke up and then turned away.

How many things, how many sentences are repeated over and over again, there is no end to the cycle, I am wondering if your memory is so bad, a college student with a line, what is the point of being able to blurt out the dialogue and continue like this.

Okay, okay, I know it's me who lost again, I put all my emotions on the surface of the text, everyone sees how bad I am, you hide all your emotions behind people can't easily detect, this is not your usual routine.

I'm still trapped in the middle of your deep scar, and I can't escape, and I don't want to escape, like I'm still thinking that one day if the two of you can get into it.

What else can be done to reverse that already pale promise, I don't know, I really don't know.

I don't know what is left of a love until now, but everything that has happened is really a bit ridiculous.

Squandering youth is too much of a luxury, you must know that adults do not know more than us, but experience more than we do.

I used to say I love you every day, but then I forgot when I never said it again.

But one day I don't want to go to you, I can't do it, that feeling, as if you are the happiest source in the center of my world, maybe you can try to understand me a little more, try to understand me a little bit after abandoning all obsessions.

If we could, we would never say duplicity again, you know what it feels like when I see it, and it doesn't matter to the owner's cheek?

I forcibly refused to accept softness, and I didn't dare to accept softness, afraid that as long as it was once, it would be a lifetime of no longer contact.

The silence that had passed the argument never seemed to last more than five minutes, how could this be, why did it happen, I can clear the temperature of the last time I hugged you on the terrace.

Why do you always think of the scene when you meet others, the boys who appear in WeChat again and again should not be able to chat with you all day for no reason.

Regardless of whether the current entanglement is because of loving you or hating you, it seems that it really doesn't matter too much when you think about it, I just don't want you to hold hands with other men anymore.

Some unspeakable words can now be freely spoken, do you have time to think about why this is happening?

On the streets of the community, on the chairs on the terraces, on the seats in the classrooms. There are so many places that you've forgotten all of them, and the memories are all of the damn ex.

Love him so much, why did you break up with him in the first place and then pull me into this dispute between you, it shouldn't be funny, right?

If I had to say that this was a dead game, then I would "will" step out of the walls and look down on everything.