I am lovelorn and want to talk to someone.

It's hard to say that you enjoy, don't escape, and face every stage and experience of life.

This is a simple sentence said by onlookers, but it is difficult for the authorities to understand.

There is no way, the fact is that there is no way.

You can only experience its washing.

You can hate, you can complain, you can pay, you can be indifferent, you can go too far, you can hide.

You can find friends and relatives, analyze one by one, comfort one by one, and complain one by one. When you speak, you will feel that you seem to understand a lot.

You can forgive, you can rationally accept that people are unpredictable, the reality is hard to violate, the timing is wrong, and you are secretly determined not to think about it, let nature take its course and be normal.

You can get those friends back like a nagging patient and say you've figured it out. Actually, you don't blame anyone. Actually, it's just bad luck In fact, you don't hate his bad. Now you have figured it out.

Then go to sleep at night, and some ghosts you don't recognize grab your heart and fall down.

Woke up in the morning, still awake, just like being gripped by pain, being shot several times, and my heart still hurts.

You can deny him, and with your friends who have gnashed their teeth for you for a long time, you will realize how stupid you were.

It depends on how unworthy the other person is, how many flaws his personality has, and how good he is by comparison.

You can indulge yourself to be mean, to find each other, to hurt the end, and use all the ways you can think of.

Give up completely.

You can indulge yourself, find a substitute and cry.

These methods, one, two, three, four, some will make you temporarily relieved, and some will make you feel worse.

Then, as night falls and the sun rises, you will find that everything is useless. You are still miserable, sad, lonely, or full of each other.

Why should I say such desperate things? Because it's a fact, and there's another fact, the faster you get out, the harder you fall.

Lovelorn is a period when your emotions are out of control and you completely overcome your rationality. In fact, what you do has little positive effect on yourself. Time flies as slowly as a year, but it's really, really slow, and you'll feel better.