She didn't know when she started to like the taste of rich dark chocolate. Maybe it was because the taste was both bitter and sweet, just like the emotions overflowing in her heart. . . I am always used to being alone, crying silently, licking wounds silently, and venting silently. I am also used to pretending. When I feel hurt, hurt, or tired, I just put on a false smile and everything will be fine. So hypocritical, artificial, but hypocritical and heartbreaking.