At one time, I would rather believe that there was another person living in my body. She was irritable, fickle, always facing the outside world with an angry attitude, and she was duplicitous. Suddenly she became another person, so cold and cruel that even I was afraid of myself.
That kind of power controls thinking for a long time, inspires the desire to destroy, destroys everything you own, and ends up alone. The more lonely you are, the more lonely you become. Sometimes loneliness erodes not just the heart, but the blood and bone marrow all over the body, and even hollows out the entire torso. The dull pain in the soul makes people unable to help but search for real pain and long for real pain. What it was like, tightly wrapped in quilt in the dark night, wanting to shout loudly but unable to make a sound, wanting to run hard in the wilderness but unable to take a step, wanting to cry loudly but finding that the eyes were dry.
Begging for salvation, there is no so-called salvation in the world, if you can't change your heart. Maybe some people are destined to walk alone in this world, no matter how much they fear loneliness in their hearts.