People without parents want to send a WeChat circle of friends and say what they say.

Suddenly began to blame life, blame fate, and suddenly want to go back to the past, not know people I have never known, re-know people I missed, and cherish people I should know. Maybe I won't be so unhappy as I am now. It's not who is good, but when I'm unhappy and uncomfortable, I'm alone, and I don't even have someone to talk to. So too many people want to give up.