First, "Are you okay?" "hopeless, tired, lost, sad and melancholy, lonely, dark, I'm fine to cry."

Second, I feel very tired, but I can't say anything, I can't lose heart, I can't back down. I don't want to talk to you, lest I cry as soon as I open my mouth.

Third, it is difficult. People who have hundreds of pages of chat records have left, so the older they get, the less willing they are to start a relationship, because they are afraid that it will be difficult for them to recover after the relationship is over.

You are sad because people who know you will be sad never ask why you are sad.

5. Self-sufficiency from beginning to end, self-contempt, self-entertainment, self-pity, self-satisfaction and self-guidance.

6. Whether you want to admit it or not, most of the people you have loved in your life will become familiar from strangeness, and then from familiarity to strangeness.

Seven, love and trust, hate and suspicion, are uncontrollable, as long as you start, it is difficult to end.

Eight, people are not like this. Keep a clear head when comforting others, and you can't extricate yourself immediately when you encounter difficulties. They understand the truth, but they are emotional.

It seems that you are used to being single, so you no longer expect love. Even if you meet someone you like, you will smile and shake your head and say forget it.

I don't love anyone very much, and I don't hate anyone very much. Living my own life is so tepid, which time has brought me.

I will miss you, and I will hold back. I can drink hard liquor and spend the spring, summer, autumn and winter without you.

12. I am impulsive, possessive and suspicious. The more you regret it, the less you look back. I pretended not to care, and I was the one who collapsed.

Thirteen, I used to mind a lot of things, mind that you are hot and cold to me, and mind that you leave me coldly. Now I often say that you are free and I don't care.

Fourteen, if it's just friendship, be friends if you can, and don't be too greedy. Love is such an extreme thing, either a lifetime or a stranger.

Fifteen, of course, I know that people will change, and I never expect you to remain the same forever, but I feel that you are not as good to me as before, and I still can't help secretly feeling sad for a long time.

Sixteen, a sea of people, a rotten heart stumbled. Be wronged and endure sadness. Years are long, I want to lie in your arms, longer and longer.

Maybe some feelings have been entangled for a long time, and later you can't tell whether to love or win.

Eighteen, if someone hugs me at this time, I will definitely cry, if not, then I will stick to it.