I think whatever choice I make is wrong.

I feel that no matter what choice I make, I am wrong. 1 Am I the only one playing an umbrella and still getting wet?

Why do you feel deep when you are shallow?

In that year, in the prime of life, whoever promised to die.

Beautiful as a flower, flowing like water.

Some things, once turned around, are a lifetime.

The world is dazzled by sunlight, and even ordinary mud walls will reflect white light like glass. At a certain moment, the sky seems to have never been so bright. Light passing through fingers will leave a mark on the pupil, and indistinguishable colors will leave a mark on the light.

I was still waiting for you, but you forgot that you had been here.

8 sadness in my heart is greater than immortality.

I'm fine, I don't make noise, I don't show off, I don't feel wronged, I don't laugh, and I don't need others to know.

10 I'm a passerby you forgot as soon as you turned around. Why should I accompany you to the ends of the earth?

1 1 describes everyone's departure lightly, deceiving themselves with a smile, and slowly, some depressed emotions are hidden in my heart and buried in that unknown place. So, I hate myself.

12 can't bear the fleeting time, but the teenagers here can't escape.

13 turned out to be forever, just a misunderstanding.

14 The excitement is theirs, not mine.

15 butterflies can't fly over the sea.

16 has always liked it, hiding in the corner, very quiet, recalling the past, even if memory is another kind of self-abuse, it is as beautiful as a new flower, as long as you can't take your eyes off it at a glance. It looks so beautiful, it is an irresistible and beautiful face. I am deeply immersed in it and want to touch it constantly. Once in contact, it will be addictive. Even if I feel pain and scars again, please don't blame me. Memories are so beautiful.

17 I love you, and it has nothing to do with you.

18 Listen to sadness and watch happy dramas.

19 Fading is true, and blooming is the past tense.

I am a little happy when I miss you, and a little sad when I miss you.

2 1 Looking up, it can be seen that it is bright, but it is sad that lingers.

I can only lose it if I have it, but I lost it before I had time to have it.

Hypnotize yourself and tell yourself that you are happy.

When tears block your chest, let silence take the place of all answers.

This winter didn't surprise me. ...

I am your kite, the thread is in your hand, but only wind energy accompanies me. ...

That place called the heart is full of you.

Look back as light as ever, and hold your hands lightly.

Ferris wheel is not only a happy rotation, but also a painful reincarnation.

I will never be a man again in my next life, and I will never meet you again in my next life.

3 1 My friends all envy me, but I am the one who envies them.

I have loved you for a long time and waited for you for a long time. Now, I will leave you for a long time. ...

Forget happiness and you won't be unhappy.

I'll be satisfied if I hold your hand once.

Calm expression is like ink painting, floating shallowly in the dimly lit corridor.

I don't care if you care about me.

The days of being together are long gone. But I've been living in the past.

An angel is a sad bystander. He bleeds at every dusk.

Mature people don't talk about the past, while realistic people don't ask about the future.

I am used to being sad, missing and waiting for you, but I am not used to not seeing you. ...

4 1 nowhere to put, our distant youth.

The wind of memory slaps the face, as if to awaken the soul behind the face.

Your eyes are raining for you, but your heart is holding an umbrella for you.

You send me tears, and I stay in rainy days.

If you get other people's secrets, you will lose your happiness.

I chose the right answer, but I filled in the wrong place.

Just like old love, I will forget it one day, but I thought I loved it to death.

Hand in hand, lifelines crisscross.

It doesn't matter if you make a wrong step, you will commit suicide if you make another mistake.

Living in fairy tales is closer to heaven. ...

5 1 In the long run, we are all dead.

I hope there is only one road from one place to another, so there won't be so many forks in the road that we can miss each other.

Shh ... Listen, the voice of heartbreak. ...

Falling in love with you is my failure, but it is so beautiful.

Those times that allow willfulness are called youth.

However, why do I feel sour when I hear someone say "I can resist willfully occasionally"? Perhaps, I have been depressed for too long, so I forgot my grievances.

He said, we are going to the ends of the earth. She said, where are you, is my ends of the earth. 、

I can give up everything for you, including you.

Your happiness is well known, and my mess has nowhere to hide.

If I turn around, no one will see my tears, right?

In many cases it is 6 1. I will still look at this confusing world. I forgot a lot of warm things. Sit slowly in the rocking chair of time. Get your hands off your chin.

Think of a lonely past.

Things are different. How many vicissitudes has an idiom replaced?

The knuckles are symbols of chaos and the law of beauty. Sugar cheats dance in coffee. ...

There is a kind of memory called forgetting.

Crying doesn't mean weakness, but if you stop crying one day, it means despair.

Happiness is just lavender in Provence, which only blooms for one season.

You can't escape, but you will grow old eventually. ...

Those who will eventually get you into it are always beautiful at first.

Your smiling face and her smiling face hurt my eyes deeply.

70 miles away at the corner, enjoying your happiness. I smiled.

7 1 pale yearning, ignorant persistence, only a scarred ending! ...

When you do it right, no one will remember; When doing something wrong, even breathing is wrong.

Love is so short, but forgetting is so long. ...

Waiting is the first aging in life.

75 leaves, seemingly flying, are actually falling. ...

As long as a person no longer wants anything, he can put everything down.

Whose loneliness covers my clothes. Whose dress is this? Cover my shoulders.

Although there are thousands of kinds of flowers, it seems that there are only two kinds of flowers: one for yourself, one for others and one for yourself. . .

The highest state of love is to stand the dull fleeting time.

An autumn sad song, a few bleak stares. ...

I was here before 8 1. It's time to go. We are not angels, even with pious hands, we can't change the trajectory of life.

A little sad, but the memory is so obvious.

I want to thank those who have hurt me. They taught me what is strong.

There's nothing I can't get through, but I can't go back.

How strong you have to be to forget.

Looking at other people's stories, I shed my own tears.

When love becomes revenge, when a kiss becomes a tool, you are not hurting others, you are hurting yourself.

You are a thorn in my heart. Touching you will hurt me and I will die.

You say that distance produces beauty, but how do I feel farther and farther away from you?

Don't rely on others, you can only say it when you still have others to rely on.

9 1 Maybe the price of going too far is loneliness.

92。 . . . Something broke my heart. . . . .

I used a pseudonym because I wanted to tell a true story.

I missed it. You won't miss it again.

I waited a long time. Wonder what excuse you'll use. You've never looked for me in the future. Thought about it for a long time. Hmm. Your favorite. I made it myself.

96 people always cherish what they don't get and forget what they have.

Thank God for what I have and what I don't have.

Why do you want to know each other's secrets? The darkest place in the world is one's heart.

Every step we took was too early. We fall in love before learning to love, break up before learning to understand, and end up before learning to face it.

The two luckiest things in my life, one is that time finally exhausted my love for you, and the other is that I met you one day a long time ago …

I thought the bird couldn't fly over the sea because it didn't have the courage to fly over the sea. Ten years later, I found that it was not birds that could not fly, but the other side of the sea, and I didn't wait. ...

In the summer when the cherry blossoms are all gone, I regard it as summer in this autumn. ...

Even in the process of believing, there are lies.

Decorate despair with despair and define desolation with desolation!

The fish said to the water, "You can't see me crying because I am in the water." The water replied, "I can feel your tears and feel that you are in my heart."

In a twisted way, debauchery and degeneration, and then sublimation.

Bow our heads and smile, tears drop and evaporate, and so does our love.

At that moment, I knew that the word sadness was not described by me, but by me.

I'm too cheap to control myself. ........

As long as you smile at the boundless sky, flying youth will be fixed into eternal beauty …

That wrinkled life is full of ups and downs.

Every day I am like a mirror, mechanical, and others have bright smiles on their faces.

You will never understand my sadness, just as you will never understand the darkness of day and night.

I will always be a player, shedding my tears in other people's stories.

On the way of growing up, we should learn to walk alone, appreciate our own scenery, experience a person's loneliness and taste a person's happiness.

Two parallel lines always overlap, but the two intersecting lines go further and further. . .

Light sadness, light sadness, unknown liquid, lingering in my eyes, inexplicable feelings, hit my heart.

My tears turn into wisps of breeze, which makes you feel my existence.

Pain is self-inflicted. The most difficult thing for people to overcome is themselves. I don't want to suffer

Fantasies that have never been realized and will never be realized. I looked on coldly. Teach yourself to face hope with despair.

In order to forget the past, I went far away first. However, the dream is still eternal, and the butterfly dance still cannot forget the withered past.

Sometimes I can hear the sad cries of birds piercing the sky, one by one, stretching and shuttling in the sky with lonely backs. . .

I don't complain and I don't feel bad. Although I will plant love in my heart, it may be buried instead of growing.

In this pale and lonely season, dusty memories are opened, poured out, broken through the brain until death,

Finally, I can't give it back to that thing called the heart.

After dawn, it was the dead of dusk, and the knife in the air kept cutting my wound. That hurt, cold and cold will face the sun, because at that time, you will think you are a sunflower, and there will be no shadow.

Sometimes, it's not that the other person doesn't care about you, but that you take the other person too seriously.

Behind the smile, I am just a nameless clown.

The sky is white, which purifies the black in people's hearts.

м e, I saw some people clearly and looked down on some things.

You can give your shoes to others, but you must go your own way.

Don't let too many yesterdays occupy your today!

Stand in your corner and pretend to be a passer-by.

Perhaps, Russia should take a broader view of everything so as not to make itself too depressed.

In fact, the most helpless ending is not passing by, but no chance to pass by.

Fairy tales are often the most unfair. They ignored many people who also loved the prince. At the end of the story, there will be people who have no choice but to give up.

The sky is diamond gray, like a wound, and there is a shame silently.

It doesn't matter whether everything is beautiful or imperfect. As long as I smile, my world will not collapse.

The street corner is crowded with Germans. Who will find the injured child hiding at the end of the street? In this disabled society, every wrong step will be black and blue.

It turns out that some feelings will still be used by fleeting time to squeeze back into a stranger. It turns out that some memories will still be chained by dust and locked in the past.

After all, I jumped into the swamp, but I could never jump out again.

My world doesn't need too many people to understand.

In winter, I picked up the roses on the snow, and the deep red petals fell to the ground, filled with blood and cruel.

Since the oath can be forgotten, what else can't be forgotten? Since all the vows have become lies, what can be believed?

The existence of tears proves that sadness is not an illusion.

Not too deep, just a little shallow.

We know nothing about it.

You're just a dream. I think this is a beautiful dream. I woke up to find that it was a lifelong nightmare.

In fact, sometimes it's not that others walk slowly, but that they walk too fast. It is not others who are changing, but their eyes on people are changing.

What's the point? What's the point? Can't see the corner of stubble.

Tears tell everything, and don't need too many pale words to explain.

Always crying once makes us grow up instantly.

_ Use your own (square formula. ) _ live by yourself.

Life is like a cup of tea. It won't be a lifetime, but it will always be a while.

I thought I could see the cleanest world blindfolded. I thought if I covered my ears, I wouldn't hear all the noise. I thought if I stopped, my heart would stop floating. But that's wishful thinking. Reality never gives you the right to choose.

I always hide in the depths of dreams and seasons, listening to flowers and nights singing nightmares, singing prosperity and singing away all my memories. I wonder whose thoughts those birds flying south in a hurry took away.

Too young for love. Destiny takes a hand.

I am just, just a humble descriptor, continuing to write some broken chapters in the most humble way.

It is foolish to express your hurt with unforgettable words.

Youth and sadness with nouns. Each of us is performing our own youth. However, every youth has his own happiness, anger, sadness and joy. All this is beyond my control. Whether it's tragedy or comedy. We should all face it calmly and bear it calmly. Try to make him nearly perfect, so that you won't regret it.

Sad, lost, lost, disappointed, speechless, lost ... almost fainted, but I couldn't get it back. If one day everything that belongs to me goes up in smoke, how can I be strong in the next road?

What's the use of love that can't be kissed on tiptoe?

Every season, the same loneliness.

I like to stand on your left, so that I can be closer to your heart.

Not all encounters can be met, and not all apologies can be exchanged. In my opinion, the world is just hypocritical, and those tragic performances only unveil the veil of hypocrisy. Don't think that life is too short to be busy, but young and ignorant people say that life is still early; People who say that life is changing are grovelling; The rest, lifeless,

If you tell one lie, you have to tell ten lies to get the first one. When I met you, I had to keep lying.

What unrequited love is beautiful is bullshit, all bullshit!

Why are we so close, but I feel there is an insurmountable cliff in the middle?

A road leading to Hebei is happier than standing at a crossroads. Cats eat fish, dogs eat meat, Altman hits monsters and does his own thing. This is happiness.

A promise is just a lie that you don't believe but want others to believe. All those who want to be dead set on love eventually become passers-by of life. I have no choice but to live my own life.

Is the reality too false, or are you too naive?

The puzzle pieces are lost, like the indifference of maple leaves. The clock on the wall silently counts loneliness, and the coffee wafts with fragrance, leaving me bitter.

Forgive me for thinking about you all the time, okay?

Blooming is the memory of falling flowers, and meeting is the prelude to parting.

I said it would make me happy. It turns out that in my heart, happiness means giving up.

I smoke cigarettes and spit out loneliness, so what if I smoke loneliness and spit out cigarettes?

Everything is strong and broken, and she is right. I'm not qualified to ask her. I am such a cold-blooded person, why should I ask her to be a good person?

Everything you have paid still can't stop you from leaving, but I only care that your steps seem a little big.

Being misunderstood and hurt, I am too lazy to explain, too lazy to define myself, and too lazy to leave traces.

Night doesn't understand the brightness of day.

Once upon a time, it was the past, so why let the world grieve with it?

Aɡoni means "pain" in French, but it means "love you" in Chinese.

If the sky loses color, what should I do in a daze?

If you put it down, there will be no worries.

If you choose pain, so does life. Pain is a day, so is happiness. How to choose is up to you.

The lotus under Naihe Bridge has witnessed the prosperity of who and who?

The smiling face of the door is fixed in the yellowed diary.

Indifference is just a synonym for sadness. Maybe you saw my indifference, but you know what? My heart is far more indifferent than you see.

Smile, because I was so sad that I forgot how to cry.

It rains just because the clouds can't bear too many tears.

Fireworks are only beautiful for a moment, and it is precisely because of this moment that they finally become eternal.

Commitment, many times, does not exist for realization, but only for that little empty hope.

Don't cry because it is over, smile because it happened.

Don't waste your time on a man/woman, who isn't willing to waste their time on you.

Never frown even when you are sad, because you never know who is falling in love with your smile.

Life is just a play. Why is it so colorful?

The withering of big sunflowers. There are bird's remains by the sea. The smell of bloody decay in memory. All this is embarrassing because of light and heat, darkness and light.

The crispness of potato chips is cheerful-only in this way can it be concealed, weak and soft.

Memory is like water in the palm of your hand. Whether you spread it out or hold it tightly, it will eventually flow clean through your fingers.

Who is a passer-by in his life, who is the wheel of his life, the dust of past lives, the wind of this life, and the soul of endless sadness.

The beauty of the world, the past passing through the air, all the voices and voices have become ebony frames on the wall.

Let life be beautiful like summer flowers and death like autumn leaves.

Flowers bloom on the other side of the river and the river flows away.

The romance of cannon comes from never parting, and the romance of daisy comes from the past.

Tired birds are scattered, and residual flowers are not scattered.

Streamers are easily thrown away. Cherry is red and banana is green.

It's hard to know each other until death, but lovesickness wakes you up alone. Life is always like this, why be stupid.

I think everything I do is wrong. How to adjust depends on what ... some things don't need to be too concerned. ..

I think everything I do is wrong, my family always speaks for him, and everything I say and do is wrong. If you come from your family,

Usually help him,

You should communicate with them well,

Mainly what they say about you.

Whatever you do is wrong, and whatever you do is abandoned. What should you do? Put yourself in the other person's shoes and think about why you did something wrong. Sometimes, you may have questions you don't know.

You can communicate with each other and let him talk about why he thinks you are wrong. If you don't agree, then you can tell others what happened, why he said you were wrong, and see what others think.

If everyone thinks you are right, it's that the other party is wrong. Then you just have to be yourself. People can't get everyone's approval.

No matter what I do, I always feel that I can't do it. Have you done something recently and been criticized a lot? Don't care too much about what others think. Have confidence in yourself. Moreover, no one is perfect, and everything cannot be perfect. I wonder if you are asking too much of yourself? If you think you haven't done it well, where is it? What should you do to make it better? Then you will do better next time.

I always feel bad luck. No matter what I choose, it is wrong to go to the back. I feel like this since I was a child. I didn't do well? Doing things? I feel like this since I was a child. When I was a child, I worked as a coolie with my sister who was two years younger than me. My parents always say I'm incompetent. Every time I say that I feel uncomfortable, I have no choice but to mediate my mentality. No one knows what the result is until I do something. Now I can only ask me to try my best whatever I do, even if I have to do it, even if I pick up garbage, I have to adjust my mentality and be happy.

Everything you do is wrong, and you feel really helpless. People who don't want to hurt should learn to be cheeky and avoid judging themselves with such concepts as "right" and "wrong". Only discuss what you did, said, ate and bought. If it's not good enough, think about how to improve it next time. Don't stop at my fear of being wrong, I will be criticized, I will hurt others, and others will value my subjective judgment. On the contrary, I will do it and talk about it next time. Everything is looking forward, so we should look forward bravely and optimistically.

I feel that everything I do is wrong, and everything I do is pretending. What should I do if I am naive? First of all, everything I did was wrong. This must be your own illusion. Even a child can't do anything wrong, let alone you. Therefore, this sentence is somewhat exaggerated.

Secondly, everything we do is pretending. This society and this era need us to pretend. We should pretend, pretend, and be natural and moderate.

Finally, it takes some time for a naive person to grow into a stable and mature person. Only when he has time to experience can he grow into a mature person. So there is no need to put too much pressure on yourself, no one is mature and stable at once.

Why do you feel that everything you do seems wrong? Yes Hello! ! ! I used to be like you. I want to be affirmed by others. At that time, I said, "I often feel like a snail, carrying a heavy shell and chasing a changing life." I've always wanted someone to chat with me and accompany me. * * * is walking on a long road together. "

I found my friend. What about you?

Don't worry. Someone who gives you a positive answer will appear soon. As long as you treat others sincerely and live a confident life.

We think that this generation is all only children. They will be lonely, feel inferior and have a strong desire to be affirmed. It's a long way. I'm sure you'll find someone who smells like you. Hehe ~ ~ ~

I always feel that I always make mistakes. No matter what I do, I just want you to know my mistakes. Besides, you have explained and apologized. If people still refuse to forgive you, don't be depressed, because you are not superman and can't change their minds.