My unhappiness, my discomfort, I tried to leave it to myself, and I never expected anyone to distress me and carry everything for me.
Just let me go back. The life before you met you, it ’s not a good time to be happy, but it seems good to me, at least not because of you.
Obviously, you were the one who approached me first, but it was me who finally refused. Perhaps, affection is always let down, and only thin love will be missed repeatedly.
Growing up was that when I was sad, oil and salt did n’t come in, and I did n’t think about tea or rice. Now I can go to the kitchen and give myself a bowl of noodles while weeping. I still do n’t forget to add two poached eggs.
It's a particularly sad thing to look at my message board. The person who was once intimate is strange.
Apart from yourself, no one will understand how much joy or sorrow you have had in your story, because that is after all the feeling of being alone.
Passion is actually very fragile. After running out of patience and saving enough disappointment, the rest is only tired and indifferent.