Will there be someone as miserable as you? I feel that the world is gray and there is no happiness anymore! It hurts like hell! Like a walking corpse! Can you tell me your pain?

This is my qq diary five years ago, and now it's back, or five years can really change a person. With confidence, many things can be changed.

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You should ask me why I'm not dead. I said I insisted, and I carried it. Do you believe me?

Hehe, I don't want others to believe me. I wish I could go back seven years ago, so I wouldn't be who I am now.

I will be fine, I will release my true self, I like making new friends, and I like playing with women's feelings.

Well, I don't care about my youth. If a young man is long enough, he should not give up this favor of God.

But it didn't last long. I have a big health problem, so I don't have to be punished by God. I went my own way.

18 years old, youthful at first, plus my strong personality, it is not easy to give up, which hurts my exercise.

Exercise hard, because the body did not insist on a lot of work, did not complain, immediately stood up and rushed.

For physical reasons, I am easily irritable. How many brothers have I hurt? Actually, I don't want to, but I'm really annoyed.

I can't control myself, not me, not my heart, I can't be happy.

Until two years ago, when I was 22, I figured out a lot of things. I quit my job, broke all my friends and stayed here until now.

Others can't give me happiness, because I have something inside. If you touch me, I will be too tired to laugh.

I can't give others happiness either. My mind is full of physical pain. Follow me every day and I can't think of anything else.

I'm not kidding. I haven't smiled in my heart for many years. On the day of my resignation, I went home.

The first time I got drunk, the first time I secretly cried. What man doesn't flick when he has tears?

Really put P in front of health, I didn't think about anything, and big tears fell down.

Then I thought about all my experiences over the years. Crying is no exaggeration. What's the use of my efforts?

I haven't changed my destiny, and no one else looks at me, admires me and gives me some strength because of my efforts.

At that time, I went to the kitchen in tears and got the knife, but I thought of my elderly parents and put it down.

You must support me for two or three years. I should continue to work hard, and then until now, I will cheer up again and again and fall down again and again.

I should be crazy, not because I have temperament, but because I am too strong, otherwise I would have died.

I look for this password every day to unlock myself, but there are some diseases in the world without medical cases.

All I heard were kind words from those doctors. Although I have never studied medicine, I feel it by my body.

I know that limbs are controlled by the brain, not the bones of limbs, and so on.

I can't sum up my illness in words, such as arms, legs, cervical vertebrae, spine, brain center and so on.

There are still some things that are hard to say and others don't understand. I think it's ridiculous, like a joke.

In short, people like me, life is worse than death, no matter what I do, I can't be happy.

I use others, hurt others to get happiness, and watch others suffer to get happiness.

It is impossible to be happy by imposing a dream of a certain name, creating happiness for yourself, pursuing it, etc.

It's no use giving me any more money now, and I'm not in the mood for the person I like, and it's no use recalling beautiful things.

My body is no longer mine. No matter how I fill it, there is only pain, regret and pity.

Today is 30, every year today, I set goals, I want to change myself and so on.

Unfortunately, I have no mental pain. It's that simple. Every year is painful and lonely.

I'll get you a mare, Cao. I can't release my true self, and I won't release it.

Don't move, don't move. Although I am not as grumpy, angry and optimistic as before, I am getting more and more depressed.

I am getting more and more flustered. It's almost seven years of itching. Let's make a choice.

I also set myself a goal this year. When it is broken, let's go.

Everyone is greedy, who doesn't know that it is not easy to live, but strong people also have their limits, and it is my personality that makes me endure it.

For physical reasons, I can't stand this anger. Am I still me in the mirror? Who is this gaunt idiot?

Why? It was bad for me before, but I didn't do anything unnatural.

I didn't steal a penny from my family, nor did I kill anyone. Why did I become like this?

Killing people is alive and well. Why am I like this? It's so unfair, forget it, life is in a hurry and you will die sooner or later.

It is better to die early and be reborn early than to live meaningless, and the meaning will come soon.

People like me, I have a clear conscience, life is worse than death.