I like to sit alone in a corner, reading books and listening to songs. My world should be quiet, why is it always so noisy? I don't like it, but who knows? I wanted to hide my soul, so I wore glasses; I didn't want others to know and understand me better, so I chose to be warm to others and talk about everything; but, I was so tired. I have had a crush on someone for more than ten years, imitating him unknowingly, and am used to seeing everything from his perspective. Does he know? So tired, so tired.