Every day is very irritable mood depressed want to cry heart unspeakably hard sentence
Crying out is good, the hardest thing is to obviously own very hard but also in front of people to show very happy.
Perhaps the ending without an ending is the best ending.
I think it’s a good idea to have a good time.
I think I’m still going to miss you, no matter how much you’ve hurt me.
He was the one I loved, even if he was a thousand times worse, a thousand times worse.
Why pull open your heart and say old scars to others?
Why is it that the determination to leave you is not as courageous as the determination to fall in love with you in the first place?
I really want to stay awake and then let me live in the dream of being with you and never being apart.
I want to give you happiness, but I can’t walk into your world.
I waited for so long, but I still didn’t wait for you to say you love me.
I repeatedly hid my strength for despair.
It’s just the past, no longer shackle yourself with the past.
My invisibility to you was replaced by your invisibility to me.
A mixture of feelings, rampant, suffocating the heart.
I am afraid that one day the tears will not be able to bear the heartache and will all come to my eyes, and I will end up crying so much that I can’t stop myself.
I blame myself for being too serious about you, but in the end I got myself a lot of scars.
People say that you only know how to cherish after you lose, but in fact, the loss after cherishing hurts more than anything else.
Let me put on my mask, weep alone, be silent, and talk to people with a smile.
The past always has to be said goodbye, only the memories are no longer real.
I know that when I look back again, those tears are ridiculous to think about; but I don’t know that when I look back again, those laughter can make me weep.
Your departure is like a tattoo, forever branded on my heart.
You said you were finally able to let go of that relationship and then cried for a long time by yourself, right?
It’s not the other person’s desperation that hurts you, it’s the persistence of your illusions.
At the end of May the system will automatically clear the friends who don’t contact each other, I don’t want to lose you and I don’t dare to contact you.
When the novelty is over, you’re leaving, right?
Russia finally believes that sometimes there are good reasons to break up.
Leaving this tear of sadness, I suddenly remembered you.
You forget, forget, just right.
How many embraces do you have before you remember the warmest me.
I try to let go of you now instead of hoping that you can still come back to me.
When words are confronted with feelings, they seem so pale and powerless.
The future given casually when you are young is just a race that will always lose to time.
Forgetting is like appreciating a cruel beauty and then telling yourself in a very, very small voice that you are strong enough to face it.
You always make her laugh, but she likes people who make her cry.
God created fingerprints because, well, he wanted people to know that everyone actually has scars.
Listen to the string break, break the three thousand obsessions.
The reason why God created the fingerprints is because he wanted people to know that everyone has a scar.
If you want to know how to use the same technology, you can use it.
I would like to draw a prison for you, and I will grow old in the prison.
Cry when you want to cry, it’s no big deal.
What difference does it make to me if I can’t see her day or night, so sleep or no sleep?
I don’t want to talk about our relationship. I’m the clown who says everything is redundant.
Who with whose unhappiness became the last memorial.
I am a bird imprisoned by you, getting less and less love.
I know we have no more excuses to start over, everything has to have a beginning and an end.