Talk about the depressed and aggrieved mood late at night

The following is my talk about my depressed mood late at night:

I used to be eager to explain everything, but now I feel tired even opening my mouth.

I have not forgotten anything, but some things are only suitable for collection. They cannot be said or thought about, but they cannot be put away.

Some words have been buried in my heart for a long time without a chance to say them. When I had the chance to say them, I couldn't say them out.

There are always those people who break into your life, teach you something, and then leave without hesitation.

I am the girl you can buy with a piece of candy, and I am the girl you can't buy back with ten gold mountains.

I really want to point to my heart and tell you proudly that you are no longer here.

It turns out that the past can only belong to the past. It turns out that in love, there is actually no reunion.

I can’t hide secrets, nor can I hide sadness, just as I can’t hide the joy of loving you, nor can I hide the hesitation when we are separated. I am so calm. If you are willing to hurt, feel free to hurt me. .

The saddest thing is not that we have never met, but that we have met, obtained, and lost in a hurry, leaving a scar in the bottom of my heart. It hurts you whenever it hurts. There is no right to resist.

Some things must be endured alone, and not everyone is willing to listen to your nonsense.

Turn back when you reach a dead end, let go of those you love but can't get, and stop when you can't get your passion. Don't mistake wishful thinking for being lonely and courageous, and don't mistake boredom for playing hard to get.

More often, there is no comfortable sofa, no beer, no friends, no strangers to talk to, no one to love, no faith, no enthusiasm, nothing.