Tell me how you spent the most difficult time.

At that time, the whole world was empty, and it should be more appropriate to say that it was a walking corpse. The hardest part is the time before going to bed and after waking up, and my heart is like a needle. Wake up in a dream at night, sit in the corner of the bed and smoke a cigarette at a time. I will lie down at dawn, then get up and take a shower and take care of myself to go to work. I was scolded by my boss who didn't understand me when my work was not going well. I listened quietly with my head down. When I came home from work that day, tears came out unconsciously, and I couldn't help crying. It was the first time I cried helplessly and impudently after I grew up, regardless of it. I know I can only rely on myself. I must face what I have lost and what is coming, and walk home headless and mindless with my memory. Tell yourself over and over again that you can only rely on yourself, and there is no way to rely on yourself. That day, I went home to tidy up my room, took a hot bath, sat at my desk and wrote all my thoughts. Since no one can understand, I tell myself. I went to bed early at night, listening to my favorite music, and slept soundly that night. Later, I will think of the past. Although I can't be completely indifferent, it won't make me scream again. Life has just begun, and I have to get up after falling down, because I still have a lot of things to do and many people have not met.