What's terrible is that I consciously made a painful choice...
What's sad is that I made a choice, but I keep thinking about the ambivalence of what if I hadn't done that, what if this thing hadn't happened. I hurt everything, but I still miss those I hurt.
What is written is what he/she does, thinks, feels
In fact, if no one told me that what I suffered was unfair, persecuted, and unfortunate, I should feel the pain, I should feel angry and yell and ask why.
Then I should be very normal. Although I will shed tears and feel heartache, I will accept it all, accept everything I have suffered, and then say nothing. There will not be so much pain, and there will not be so much pain that can be touched, recognized and felt.
Like the word loneliness, the word loneliness
If I didn't hear some explanation of the word loneliness, I wouldn't be calm and feel cold after every joy. I feel lonely when I have no one to talk to
I will only think that this is normal, I will not feel anything, nor will I feel lonely because no one is talking to me. I will just wait for time to dissipate, and I will not feel that time is precious.
I have always had something in my heart, so I am not alone. Until someone tells me that I am alone, I feel that there is nothing, but it is inexplicable.
I wrote hard about everyone's dissatisfaction in the winter wind, performing a harsh drama of suffering.
Everyone hides their selfishness and shows their selflessness to the outside, and then they continue to be selfish, forcing themselves to be selfless, pulling themselves back and forth until they are torn in half.
