A lonely sentence at night

A lonely word in the middle of the night pokes at the heart.

1. Someone asked me how to describe the feeling of losing the person I love the most? How can I put it? Probably, I feel lonely in the crowd and cry when I watch comedies.

Second, people who love you are afraid of not giving you enough; People who don't love you are afraid that you ask too much.

Third, the world is hard enough for you. If you are unhappy, don't embarrass yourself, let alone let people who don't love you give you trouble. Love yourself.

Fourth, all the stories between the eyebrows are either affectionate or unwilling to give up.

I love you very much, but you hurt me deeply.

6. How many people, like me, sometimes feel redundant. Suffered a lot of grievances, very sad and uncomfortable, but still smiled and told everyone that I am fine, I am fine.

Seven, the wrong person is the wrong person, never because you can endure, or can endure a little more time, you will become the right person, you should go.

8. Why did you come, whether I mind or not; Why do you want to leave again, whether I like it or not.

Nine, probably inappropriate is that I can't make you laugh, you will only make me cry. Then I said I was leaving, you didn't stay, and I didn't look back.

10. I learned later that many things are useless, just like holding a cup of hot water. Although thirsty, I will put it down when I feel hot.

1 1. I wish someone would hold my hand on his chest and say, don't go, it will hurt.

Twelve, I have a thousand reasons to see you, but I lack an identity to see you. I have ten thousand reasons to hug you, but I lack a qualification to hug you.

Thirteen, you have to pretend to be the sun to illuminate others, even though you are very dark yourself.

Fourteen, take others too seriously, will only be seen as useless by others.

15. Everyone I meet in this world has taught me many different things with their unique roles, but none can compare with you. You taught me what love is, and finally you taught me what loss is.

Sixteen, if we are all children, we can stay where time is, sit together and bow our heads slowly, while listening to stories that will never grow old.