Help me search and say it.

Everyone who has a story has an unreachable person hidden in his heart.

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Recently, I received many private letters from readers. The first sentence is mostly like this, "I really want to talk to someone." I know what it means, and it's true. It's too difficult to find someone to talk to now.

Do you have the feeling that your heart is full of grievances and bitterness and you don't know where to tell it?

Have you ever been in such a dilemma? How many nights, holding a mobile phone and staring straight at the screen of the mobile phone, but I can't find anyone to talk to.

Wechat is full of friends, even thousands, but I can't find anyone who can hear what you are thinking.

A bottle of sake on the table, two or three cups down, dark and windy, sighing at the lonely lamp: "Why can't I find someone to talk to?"

I have a pot of wine. Do you have a story? But who knows, I can only taste wine alone, feeling dejected. Where can I have friends who drink? How many times I want to get drunk, even if I say something casually and pretend to be drunk, it is much better than the world of "wearing a mask".

When I was a child, I always liked to make an appointment with two or three friends when I was worried, so I could talk about my daily life or laugh. Now, for the people around us, we gradually don't want to talk about our worries, because we can't find anyone who can understand you anymore.

I really want to talk to someone, even if I am drunk, I can laugh and cry, and I can talk to comfort. "Who knows what I have experienced?" After drinking, I fell into a crazy state and talked to myself for a long time.

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I think: people are emotional animals. It is because of feelings that we have a sense of the warmth and coldness of everything in the world. We are human beings.

You have a story, he has a story, everyone has a story, but not everyone can have someone who understands him.

It's true that "a thousand cups of intimate friends never fail". If we can find a bosom friend in the world, talk about things, share the same interests and share joys and sorrows, we will naturally walk out of this world with a smile, and we will no longer be independent and so lonely.

In the past two years, many things have happened to me, and I often think deeply and can't help it. I can cry unconsciously when listening to music, or I can cry wantonly when writing. I feel too deep to be myself. Unlike many writers, I must have poured my true feelings into my writing.

In June this year, I started walking alone for a month and a half. The world is so big, I am really a tiny millet. I wandered around with my bag on my back and didn't know what I was looking for. Many people envy my open-mindedness, but not everyone can reach my deep sense of helplessness.

The road to feelings is not smooth, the road to career is not smooth, wandering around, lying that you want to empty yourself, in fact, you can never find a reason to stay. Back and forth, things are different.

I once met such a group of people with stories in Dali, a group of people who longed for poetry and distance. The young man in my same inn has been in Dali for two years. One day, we watched Cangshan and had tea. "Say whatever you want." I am embarrassed. I don't know where to start. I expressed my embarrassing and helpless feelings. I only looked up and crustily skin of head to prevent tears from flowing out.

I love crying, but I just don't want to cry to strangers. Even if it is really bitter, drinking a cup of tea will make you feel deeply. Even if it is not wine, you will naturally get drunk.

I have been in this world for decades, but there was once a person who listened to you.

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One night at 20 14, I got drunk and drank a bottle of red wine, which made me dizzy. I like drinking when I am unhappy. Even if I'm not drunk, I can use my red face to get drunk unscrupulously. If wine is not intoxicating, people will get drunk.

That night, airy, I wandered around the room. How nice! I don't have to pretend to be strong or serious anymore. I can tell everything about me. Anyway, you are drunk. When people say you are drunk, just admit it.

In fact, I am very conscious and my head is a little dizzy. Every seemingly absurd action I make is extremely awake, knowing what I am doing, but I just don't want to stop.

Ridiculous dancing, the whole face is unusually red. Tired for a long time, sitting on the ground crying. Suddenly sadness came from my heart, and I couldn't help it. Just let me cry, pretending to be strong is really tired. My boyfriend is beside me, listening to my drunken chatter.

"You know, what am I thinking? Going to this step depends on gambling. " I cried and wiped my tears, and the trance-like lights blurred.

"I know, but I didn't know you were so bitter. I thought I was protecting you, but it turned out that I was wrong. " He just squatted next to me and helped me smoke a tissue.

When two people misunderstand, one doesn't know and the other doesn't ask, which is the easiest to become cold. I hate the cold war and am used to putting everything on the table.

Two hours after making a fool of myself, I told the bitterness of the journey with tears in my eyes. "God knows what I've been through." The pain is hysterical, and I really want to shout. But the night was quiet, and I couldn't shout it out. I could only open my mouth and close my eyes, so many tears fell and my mouth was salty.

With drunkenness, all the words in my stomach are hollowed out, and my body is light and comfortable. A cry completely liberated everything. Even if you have cried, you will still have troubles. Say a word, and someone will feel the same. Even if it hurts, it is no longer a person; If it hurts, it's not lonely. There is someone around you who really cherishes you.

"Yes, when did I fall in love with you? That night, you were drunk and rude. " A few years later, my boyfriend and I talked about the past again. He said this sentence, and I know it is true.

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When you are a child, talk to your buddy or girlfriend. When the time is right, you find that no one listens to you anymore.

You are afraid of your own problems, and they all become jokes in their eyes. Right and wrong, who can you trust? What if you say it? Who will understand you? I just want to say it, but I just can't say it when it comes to my mouth.

I had a good girlfriend in college, and I am still a good friend. It is very simple for a girl to make friends. Tell her what comfort she wants, and this friend and fate will become. I hit it off with her. She knows me best. We get together once in a while, eat and drink, snow on footprints, sleep in quilts, and press the road at three or four in the morning.

By the time of graduation, two people will have more contact and talk about things in life separately. Call once in a while to talk about WeChat. Today, we have become people who care about each other silently. We haven't seen each other for three years. We are still important people in each other's lives, but we are no longer the only ones.

We haven't called for a long time, seven months. I haven't sent WeChat for a long time, and even my circle of friends occasionally likes it.

Are you too busy? We have all become people who quietly look at each other's circle of friends, or we have all reached the realm of "having something to say, having nothing to push".

I used to tell my heart to my best friend or buddy, but now I'd rather talk about boring daily life than open my heart easily. Talking to people around you, seemingly ordinary things, can easily push yourself into a corner. Shut your mouth and say nothing. I can't stand it once in a while and get drunk.

Now I'm used to saying everything in words, and I'm not willing to write it out in words, especially in my happy daily life. I began to get used to writing down my daily life, even the little things around me. When I wrote in my heart, I burst into tears, unable to control myself, hiding my face and crying; When writing happy, the whole person is dancing in the room. I don't have to pretend to write casually. Don't pay too much attention to writing, write out the current thoughts.

Good writing must pour the author's feelings. Without affection and dry writing, how can there be aura?

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Some readers asked me, "Will so many people chat with you and listen to some annoying things every day make you feel bad?" I smiled helplessly at the screen of my mobile phone. If you don't send this, you will definitely become a somewhat depressed person.

Long-term acceptance of repressed thoughts is cumbersome and will be subtly affected. I just can't, the reader told me, and I told the text. How many worries come to me, most of them are sent in words. Accustomed to text chat, I wrote what I thought, and gradually got used to daily life.

I like chatting with different people, casually, without rules. People are casual, why do you always have to restrain yourself? We don't know each other, and we don't have any connection in life, so it's the easiest to let go of our status. Anyway, I am a stranger, and I may be the one who understands you.

"Ai Bao, can I talk to you? But I don't know where to start. " Many readers will tell me this, and they will be very stiff and don't know how to say it. There are worries and doubts in my heart, but I don't know how to speak. Some people are still entangled in their feelings and just want to find someone to sober themselves up.

The most honest thing I can do is to help you analyze, listen to you and speak your mind. But how to solve the essence of the problem depends on yourself after all. Everything is always like this. The road is made by people, not others.

Most of the time, when I think back to the ridiculous things in the past, I laugh when I say it and cry when I say it. Like movies, these things suddenly flash across our minds, but in fact, many things we want to forget are unforgettable. Then why say, pain and happiness? You will feel much better only if you say it.

"I really want to talk to someone, but I can't find anyone to listen to you." I don't know who I can contact, whether I will disturb others, whether I will be laughed at, and gradually learn to put up with it and simply say nothing.

"I have a story. Is there any wine? " I have heard many such jokes. I have no wine, but I listen patiently and write frankly.

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