I have worked here for two months unconsciously and like this job very much.

Sometimes, inexplicably in a bad mood, I don't want to talk to anyone, just want to be alone. Sometimes in the dead of night, I suddenly feel that I can't sleep, but I stubbornly don't want to sleep. Sometimes, when you hear a song, you will suddenly think of someone. Sometimes, people suddenly say to you, I think you have changed, and then they start to have mixed feelings. Lost oneself can only be picked up slowly.

No one has the patience to listen to your story, because everyone has something to say; No one likes to listen to you complain about life, because everyone has their own pain; Most people in the world are lonely, and few people in the world are willing to listen and are used to silence. I don't want to mention my past to others. Those loneliness and desolation struggling in nightmares are still left to time and gradually become indifferent.