I used to think that the truest is the most suitable for me, but I found that this society can't tell the true from the false. Quietly moved a chair and sat down, thinking about the failure of being selected again, I couldn't restrain myself any longer, just looked up at the distance, curled up like an abandoned stray dog, trembling in the dark.

I can't tell anyone about my unhappiness. How can I understand suffering without empathy? Maybe all I get is more ridicule and discussion. I remembered those innocent smiling faces and such a story about sincerity. However, reality has already honed itself, without the initial smile and sincere words. I seem to see everyone wearing an ugly mask. The so-called "smiling face" is painted on the mask like a clown, but the smile is so stiff!

Reality slaps you and you will understand. After so much experience, you will understand more and more. Don't overestimate your relationship with anyone except friends and close people. There are always a few people who can let you pour out your heart. Some people don't contact each other for a day or two, so they slowly lose contact and gradually become dispensable people in each other's lives. Things are wrong, people are wrong, it is so cruel.

All kinds of things have taught me another lesson. Everything should not be as beautiful as you think, even if it seems to be an established fact.