Write to your deskmate.

My pain, only I can understand. I always like to turn over the past on such a lonely night. Those memories buried deep in my heart, what I got, what I owned and what I lost, have a sudden dream feeling. I have always understood that I shouldn't dwell on the past. In fact, I am afraid that there will be endless loneliness attacking me late at night; But I like late at night, because only when it is dark around, my tears and I are safe.