I wrote it late at night, tossing and turning, thinking about it for a long time, and after writing it, I felt that it was not good to send it out, but I still sent it out, and I should have made up the number of words.

Back to reality, I realized that no one cares what I give them, and gratitude is a self-inflicted statement.

The truth is, others twist a rope, and I'm just a tool.

In the end, everyone became my enemy. Reality is like this, reality is nothing more, I don't have these illusions of friendship, the more lively, the more lonely I am, my carnival belongs to me alone.

I live in chaos, I say, I don't care about other people's opinions, I actually get affirmation from other people's eyes.

When I meet someone, I can't wait to open all my inside to others in a panic, I desperately want others to comment and comment, say anything, praise or criticize, talk to me, understand and understand me.

I desperately want others to understand me, that's all, I know that everyone is just having fun, so when the ideal and reality are in the air, when I am calm and show the emptiness of my heart with a pompous performance, others are scoffing, others are like that: not serious.

Whatever I've done for someone else before, others won't remember, and they'll just scoff at it.

I'm really disappointed in people, and when I'm disappointed in people, people are really disappointed in me. I suddenly remembered what I had said before

"I think this girl is so pitiful later"

Yes, I'm the kind of person who makes girls pitiful, but I don't have that kind of courage, I'm just a chaotic and forced person. I'm a weak person, and I tend to think back to myself only after a long time has passed.

to be incompetent and furious

I felt like I was supposed to be at that time

But when the matter was indeed in front of me, I still looked humble and lowly.

People will be attracted by my optimism and my bubble-like results. When the fog is cleared and peeked inside, he will flee and leave. History always repeats, people always let me down, I always say

I don't trust a person easily

However, such views only came briefly after I realized that this person was different from what I thought of me

I'm just a moth to the fire, please think I'm unstable, who can understand me, who can come.

Relief relief relief me.