I want a soul that can calm me down.

Are all people who are as irritable as me going to be silent in the end?

If you don't meet this kind of beauty in your lifetime. So, death. Is it another kind of quiet existence? Sure, but it does exist.

Subconsciously, I am an extremely insecure person.

Some people say that people who lack the concept of safety are also mentally neat.

Perhaps if it is so simple, it is difficult to express the most sincere feelings in the depths of my life with my stupidity alone. Reveals the true face of the soul.

Sometimes.

When I pick up that dusty diary again, I always lack the courage to open the title page.

Because I know. Those pages stood in front of me in black and white, with the souls of the weak every time.

Too much bad temper, too much anxiety, too much melancholy. This is the past I don't want to touch again.

Once upon a time, I always had the idea of suicide.

The balcony on the fifteenth floor of my house is easy to look down and jump down.

At the intersection of traffic, it's as simple as leaning forward, vacating your body and releasing your soul.

Quiet. This is the time when I can reach the realm.

I once choked because my heart rate was extremely abnormal.

Jumping is the heartbeat, fanaticism is the soul.

Perhaps from my childhood experience, I often lack trust in my feelings and have no regard for people's hearts.

How many times, I doubt their love uneasily.

My beloved heart has been torn apart countless times because of this restless heart.

Consciousness swings between chaos.

Confused thoughts are the journey of the sick and the dead.

As I lay dying, everything was like a dream.

I woke up in a hurry, and finally it told me.

This is just a dream close to reality.

I said to them, "I have forgotten."

If I regard everything in the past as worrying about giving new words.

So this kind of sadness, anxiety, depression and gloom has never really existed.

Am I closer to inner peace?

I envy people who are as calm as water and as calm as chrysanthemums.

This is the extent to which you have to transcend the secular and see through the secular.

People are as quiet as the charming snow lotus in Tianshan Mountain. Heart, how can it be dark and gloomy

Quiet, I know.

All the past I don't want to think about again is just because it has nothing to do with it.

Quiet, it may take time to wash.

After washing, what is revealed in a person's eyes is at least indifference and inhumanity, and it is no longer the sad eyes that have experienced hardships.

Pure without dust, I no longer have eyes like children's eyes.

Quiet, secure.

You, can you give it to me.

I want to give this to someone who understands me. If so, you will understand! Then you must be the one who buried me in a previous life. . . . . .