Helpless sigh of life.

With the rise of social networks, more and more people like to post in the circle of friends to share their daily life and their feelings. So what kind of conversation is novel and unique? The following is my carefully arranged lament about the helplessness of life, for reference only, hoping to help everyone.

First, you know I don't want to leave, and you know how helpless I am. If time keeps going so fast, how can I rely on you? What should I do if my tears come out?

Second, sometimes it hurts so much that I can't even speak, leaving only a little helplessness and waiting @

Third, there are three states in loneliness. One is nervous, confused, careless, and bent on escaping from loneliness. Second, gradually get used to loneliness, settle down, establish the order of life, and use reading, writing or other affairs to drive out loneliness. Thirdly, loneliness itself becomes a poetic soil and an opportunity for creation, which induces deep thinking and experience of existence, life and self. -Zhou "Solitude is a kind of ability"

Fourth, everyone has a lifelong companion, but it's not me who accompanies her.

Five, our love is too helpless, always mixed with hurt.

Six, other people's fairy tales are always romantic, and my fairy tales are always bleak.

Seven, flowers bloom when they fall, and gather when they disperse. What if? How should I cherish that helplessness?

Eight, suddenly found that some feelings and some things can not be decided by a few sensational words, but after all, they can not resist the inner turmoil and the helplessness of reality.

Nine, some people, I can't let go; But I have no choice but to pretend to be strong. It doesn't matter if you say it with a smile, but the more you laugh, the happier you are and the more painful you feel.

Ten, try to count the harm you give with a smile. But in the end, I laughed and shed tears.

I felt sad when I saw a similar figure outside the crowd. I forgot my words when I saw the fallen trees in autumn, and I forgot my original goal when I saw the warm yellow lights on the road as it was getting late. ...

Twelve,? Can't you see the touching feelings of the old days? helpless

Thirteen, love from the interdependence of two people, from two hearts to helplessness.

You say "thank you" and I say "you're welcome". We are strangers and need to be so polite.

Fifteen, love and being loved are so far away, and the existence of silence is helpless.

Sixteen, watching you come and hide behind you? I can't help loving.

I don't regret loving you. Even if you hurt me deeply.

I thought you were oxygen, but it was just a farce.

I am your helpless choice, but I don't love you very much. I only blame him for being cruel. ...

No one can take away your pain, so don't let anyone take away your happiness.

Twenty-one, who can know their past lives? Walking on this vast road of mortals, I always feel that some people who pass by have met each other. But what is certain is that you have never met in your life. Is it because we met by a forgotten river in a previous life? Or pass by on the Naihe Bridge?

Twenty-two,-some roads, there is no turning back when you choose-life is like this, such helplessness (the second half)

Twenty-three, in this world, you are closest to me, and you are farthest from me.

Twenty-four, it turns out that we can't conquer anything. Before it is fate, after it is memory.

Twenty-five, I tried to count the hurt you gave with a smile-but in the end-tears followed.

Twenty-six, that sentence "long time no see" contains a lot of sadness and helplessness between us. After all, there are countless years.

Twenty-seven, there are some things that we know are wrong, but we insist because we are unwilling; Some people, we know that we love, but have to give up because there is no ending; Sometimes, we know there is no road, but we are still moving forward because we are used to it.

Don't take my unswerving devotion to you as the capital of your indifference to my love, okay?

Twenty-nine, the road seems to go straight ahead, but along the way, the original, the most real and the most beautiful things are lost.

Thirty years old, breaking up is too helpless.