Talk about suppressing the feeling of being wronged

1, sometimes, I just want to cry because I feel wronged. Sometimes, I just want to be crazy, because I am depressed. Sometimes, I just want to vent, because I am in a bad mood. Sometimes, I just want to be quiet, because I am really tired. No matter how good things are, there is also a lost day, a memorable day and a forgotten day.

2. It seems that I am already on the road to depravity. On the present platform, I have thrown away my favorite, yearning ideal and favorite person, and I have thrown away all my thoughts about the future. I have been wronged to ride a bike in East Lake, and I drink when I am depressed. I don't want to face this life of living in a dream.

3, in fact, everyone is not easy, there are endless sufferings and unspeakable grievances, so we must be good, not depressed, not wronged, and adjust our mood.

4. A broken heart is so fragile that it can't stand the pain of entering the bone marrow any more, so we reluctantly let go and let ourselves live. We condense the past into a painting, deeply engraved in our minds, watching and thinking, but we will no longer be the people in the painting.

I always try to count every inch of your sadness with a smile, but your heart is far beyond my reach. In the end, I can accommodate the eyes of the whole world, but I can't leave tears. The last thing I left behind was my every concern.

6. You blame me for meanness and shallow joy, but how much you loved me in your last life, and taught me to settle accounts from the beginning, bash head-on, be bloody and so on.

7. It's a relief to feel depressed and often want to die ... but my reason tells me that this is wrong ... I'm not working well, being looked down upon by my leaders and feeling depressed. Ever since I opened my eyes, every day has been a torment. I can't complain, I can't be angry, I can't cry, I'm desperate, I can't adjust. This environment and people really collapsed.

8. There is a feeling that you can only store it with your heart. In this complicated time, in this helpless life, there is such a person, such a feeling, which makes your wandering new soft and fragile and makes your tortured heart have a corner.

9. How many times do I have to cry to dry my tears? How many times do I have to break my heart? I put up with all the loneliness and helplessness for you, but you are still so indifferent to me.

10, looking back on yesterday, we feel at ease, although too much bitterness melted in yesterday's plowshares, although too much sadness filled our hearts, although too much helplessness was written on our faces, although too much spirit spilled in yesterday's process.