Nobody cares about my mood.

1, life, there are many fleeting, just like saying goodbye at the station, just embracing each other, and in a blink of an eye, we have gone our separate ways. Most of the time, you don't understand, and neither do I. That's it. When you talk, you change. Listening is tiring. I'm tired of watching it. You will slow down when you follow. When you walk, you spread out. When you love, you fade. I forget it when I think about it.

At that time, I was very tired. I'm used to pretending to be strong and facing everything alone. I don't know what I want. Sometimes we can chat happily with you, or we can be presumptuous, but no one knows it's just a disguise, a deliberate disguise; I can make myself happy, but I can't find the source of happiness, just giggle.

3, sometimes, inexplicably in a bad mood, do not want to talk to anyone, just want to be alone. Sometimes in the dead of night, I suddenly feel that I can't sleep, but I stubbornly don't want to sleep. Sometimes, when you hear a song, you will suddenly think of someone. Sometimes, people suddenly say to you, I think you have changed, and then they start to have mixed feelings. Lost oneself can only be picked up slowly.