Fatigue (on physical and mental fatigue)

First, in the dead of night, I feel so sad that I want to die and cry until I collapse. When I got up the next day, I looked at my bitten arm and still looked like an innocent person. Night after night, day after day, I realized that I had to bear all the pain myself. This is growth.

Second, the cause of each collapse, in the eyes of others, is only a big problem, and only you know how many kilograms of sadness this straw has crushed.

Third, I still laugh when I really want to cry. Pretend you don't care when you obviously care.

Fourth, it's not that I don't want to talk to people, but I'm afraid that no one will understand.

I feel that I am out of place with this world, and what I have been insisting on has been unrecognizable overnight.

Sixth, the heart is tired to a certain extent, and even the strength to be angry and care is gone. When we say "nothing", it is often the most uncomfortable time.

Seventh, there are two souls living in my body. Their master is a steel giant by day and a tearful loser by night.

Eight, slowly, I also learned to let go. It's not that I've changed, it's that there's nothing I can do. I gave up. I can't move.

I wish I was just a child. When I gave a candy, I smiled; I cried when I fell down. Don't pretend that you don't recognize it, and don't suppress your feelings.

Ten, suddenly feel very tired, live to the end and let yourself become nothing. Once that kind of self-righteous pride disappeared, and slowly replaced the head with silence. Not the kind of child who laughs all the time no matter what others say or do.

Eleven, there are too many helpless choices in life. Society, like rivers and lakes, always makes people involuntarily and insincerely.

I tried to count the injuries you gave me with a smile, but in the end, tears came out of my eyes with a smile.

13. Indulge yourself once in a while and go to a place where no one is there to cry. Then, dry your tears and never look back.

Fourteen, time will tell us that what we said can't count, and those who have loved can change it again.

15. If you can't squeeze into this world, don't squeeze, it will hinder others' eyes and break your heart.

You can close your eyes to what you don't want to see. But what you don't want to think about, you can't lock your heart.

Seventeen, in fact, there is nothing I can't let go of, but I will feel sorry and pay so much affection. If I say no, it's gone.

At eighteen, I can't stand the disappointment of running back and forth, and I can't stand the betrayal again and again.

Nineteen, some people laugh, not because they are happy, but because no one hurts when they cry. Being strong is forced out, and being sensible is not painful. Sometimes I really want to squat down and hug myself that no one hurts.

Twenty, the night is getting deeper and deeper, my heart is slowly settling, and I feel more and more lonely, just like standing on the railroad track and watching the long and endless loneliness.