A person's sad diary monologue _ personal sad diary

What do you do when a person is sad? Some people like to write their own monologues when they are sad. The following is a diary of a sad monologue that I compiled and recommended to you. Welcome to enjoy.

A person's sad monologue journal article 1 I said I was walking in the street and lost myself. Can you believe it?

I said I wanted to indulge, then smoke and then get drunk. Are you numb?

I want to sigh cherry red and banana green. Will people get old before they get old?

I am walking on an endless road, and I am tired when I walk.

I count the rings on the old dead tree, and I get confused when I count them.

I threw the stone into the lake and watched the ripples. I feel dizzy when I look at it.

I look at the sky without impurities, at the white clouds with no fixed direction, think about the traces of birds flying by, feel the wind blowing in my ears, find tears swirling in my eyes, and really cry ... Do you think if a person doesn't drink water when he wants to cry, and then keeps running, can the liquid that should have slipped from the corner of his eye overflow from his skin? ......

I listened to the song, I thought about the melody, I hummed the lyrics, and then I found the feelings of mutual concern flowing out of the song, and then I couldn't help crying. Do you think this makes me melodramatic?

I look at familiar scenes, think of familiar people, think of familiar things, and then shed tears inertia. Do you think that's how you can see that I'm affected?

I said I miss you, I said I want to see you, I said I want you to stay with me, and it hurts when I say it. Do you think this shows that I am sensitive?

I said I don't care, about you, about you, about you and me. Do you think this shows that I am hypocritical enough?

That man, who whispered in March, said he would wake up in April. Why did he wake up in March and continue whispering? Why is April coming? He is still muttering, and has no idea of recovery.

That person, when I recovered, they told me that they heard the April wind, they were all looking forward to the April sky, and they were all looking forward to the April people. They will be disappointed because they don't seem to want to wake up again.

Face the sun as strong as a sunflower, but start to worry that the sun is only temporary, and the warmth is only temporary. Are you not confident?

I'm collecting petals, one, two and twenty. Then I threw up. I saw them landing intermittently, but some drifted with the tide and some wandered around. ......

A person's sad monologue diary Part 2 Some things have passed, and I am used to a person's life. However, I still hope that someone will accompany me and wait for me every day. I seem to have been waiting for such a person. I have nothing to say when I think of people who have wronged me. In fact, there is nothing wrong with it, but the way you treat me makes me completely chilling. Even if I always remember, I don't want to say anything more.

I am alone, staying in front of the computer every day, watching everyone's data and information. Then take a few screenshots and send them to space. Listening to music alone, no one needs an umbrella. Let the rain wet yourself so much. A person watching TV does not feel lonely. It's just that I feel a little lonely without company once in a while. Sleeping alone, watching the moon rise and set, watching some people alone, they are so happy with them. Maybe I am a happy person, a happy person.

After the cool rain, I no longer feel uneasy. I lost something. Those things I don't understand, in exchange for me. A real person, at least at this moment, I didn't think too much. Just a person writing straightforward words here. Straight without a ripple. It's as simple as that. Soft music has been coming from the stereo, and there is still a glimmer in the sky. After a while, it will be dark. It was time to eat when I cut potatoes last time, and I was distracted and cut my hand. Today is almost the same.

Get to know one person before you find another. But learning from a person is often forced. I learned a person because I lost a person. Such people take everything lightly. Even a little indifferent, nothing to say, that's all. Such people are simple, don't need too much satisfaction, just work hard, and there is nothing to be sad about. So such people have forgotten their sadness. No, I won't. I just don't want to

Many years ago, when the family ate together around the table, they didn't have much trouble. I only remember thousands of lights, not bright, but warm. Many years ago, when a person was in school, he was always too young, not without troubles, but without paying attention to those troubles. A person knows some people, even classmates and friends. But it's over. I don't remember what I was like, and I don't remember what some people were like at the beginning. I only remember that some people are still alone, but they seem to be struggling with something. I don't understand, maybe I do, because I have struggled, but I still don't know what I am fighting for. Everything is so vague that I can't understand it. I just sit alone.

Maybe one day, one person becomes two people. Looking back at that man, I wonder if I can see it clearly. Maybe it will be forgotten soon. Actually, I don't want to forget this delicate moment of being alone. A simple person, without sadness or struggle. But it contains all the ups and downs. Do you look down on everything, or what? I only know whether it is bitter or sweet. Eat, but I don't feel bitter or sweet. Everything seems boring.

A person does not stop loving, but has already loved. When you are alone, you learn patience, understanding and tolerance. A person doesn't want to speak loudly and waste energy on unnecessary and inappropriate things. A person can see himself more clearly without pretending to be himself. A person will be sleepy for a long time, not tired, but quiet. After a long time, you can let go of those people and things you can't let go of. Such people are straightforward, there is nothing to hide, and there is nothing to hide. One day, when I think of someone. My heart is no longer indifferent, what would it be?

One day when I forget someone. Did you get everything back? Or forget everything, maybe it doesn't mean much to me whether I come back or forget. I won't be lonely all the time, and I won't forget someone. So is all this waiting or looking forward to?

Don't try to tell a sad monologue. An experience you haven't experienced is just like never speculating on other people's ideas, because it's ridiculous!

Recalling that I once deeply hurt a girl, I can't say whether I was too naive or too young and frivolous, so that what I want to say to that girl most now is: I always felt young at that time, but you were fine! ? .

At that time, it was still high school, and that girl liked to call me? Annoying? I like to call her Xianger. Being with her makes people feel very comfortable, as if she has a prairie in her heart. She appeased the lion, smiled at the elephant and ran away from the wild horse. The whole grassland has become warm and barren, and I can play as I like.

At that time, we were beautiful and sad, but we were sad so many times that in retrospect, it was so beautiful and clear that my memory was so vivid, as if I was still crying yesterday, but today, I saw her lying in someone else's arms.

I remember it was the second year of high school, and in that year, an unexpected thing happened to us. Now that I think about it, we didn't meet the right person at the right time, only that we met the right person at the wrong time. Who was I talking to? First love? Break up, in my grief-stricken world, she rushed in desperately, but only carefully planted a seed, and then willingly made my punching bag and had fun with me. In the month when we broke up, I didn't think about tea and rice. When cooking, she even accompanied me with her mobile phone, for fear that I would commit suicide the next second. For a whole month, she not only cheered me up, but also let the seeds sprout, like a little witch, using magic, no matter how fragile the small tree is, it is growing desperately.

The little tree grew up unexpectedly, and she also occupied a place in my heart. After school started, we got together, knowing that it was just a substitute, and she stayed with me. Somehow, she let me inherit her first love. At first, she asked me to go out with her every day. First, she asked me to take her to the junior high school where I attended, to copy my memory to her completely, and told me that even if I didn't attend, I should know everything about my past. She will also drag me to the snack street and eat from one alley to another. To tell the truth, I have never seen such food. Later, I learned that even if she can't eat, she will insist. I just wish I could spend more time with her.

She seldom takes me shopping because she doesn't like where she spends her money. She is a thrifty girl, but she makes it clear which corner of the city is the best and cheapest tea shop. It seems that she grew up in this small town. Today, I will say, damn it, let's go to this house. I seem to have lemon tea to go with this house. We'll talk tomorrow, damn it, let's go to this house. I haven't eaten their kimchi for a long time. That summer, I reluctantly took her and traveled all over the town.

I told her that I hope to travel for a day or two every summer to see the world, but she let me know that even around you, there will be many scenery that you haven't noticed, which will stop you and attract you deeply. Looking back now, I understand that there will always be some people in this world who can make you feel the beauty of life, neither too hot nor too cold, and have a warm heart.

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon has ups and downs. I always believe that there is no love, no crying, no trouble. Just a month after we were together, my? First love? Found me, and I still remember the scorching sun that day and the whole football field was steaming. I stood on the football field with her, and she stared at me for a long time? Honey, I'm sorry. I'm really sad without you. Will you forgive me? Just once, just this once. ? I really think love is funny. It was she who cried her eyes out at the beginning, but now it is she who makes her heart beat. Sometimes, I love a person as much as a dog, but I always wag my tail and wait for them to throw the ball. I endured that ordeal and said to her: I just walked out of lovelorn love, and I don't want to sink in again. I don't want to be messy like a dog. Let's do this first! ? Then she cried: she said I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to feel so bad. I'm really sorry. It's all my fault. Can you give me another chance to love you? Whenever you promise me, I can wait, as long as you can remember when you are tired, and I will wait for you when you turn around. ? My heart aches badly. I just turned and waved to her, leaving her alone under the cloudless sky in Wan Li. I just hope that the warm sunshine will not make her as embarrassed as I used to!

That night after the self-study, Xianger dragged me outside the library. It's dark and I can't see anything clearly. She suddenly turned around and hugged me and said, hate, Xianger is not asking you to stay, just want to ask if you love me. Before I finished, I sobbed and kept saying, if, if, if not, do you like Xianger? ? The first time she cried, she cried so sadly and hugged me tightly, which made me uncomfortable. Only then did I understand why she dragged me here. In the dark environment, she seems to have cut out her whole fragile heart.

After that day, we didn't break up and no one mentioned it. She doesn't want to, and I can't bear it. In a few days, it will be Valentine's Day. She is still preparing my gift like a normal person, but I didn't expect that on Valentine's Day, my? First love? He called me again and said it was just a chat. I couldn't refuse, so I went with him. I can't help it. Xianger saw it again. That night, her best friend called me and said: When they went back, the bedroom door was locked, Xianger locked herself in and cried, even they were distressed outside.

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