A certain day of a certain year and a certain month
I don't know when I will get used to walking on the street alone, cry when I like someone, feel heartbroken when I like someone. I am used to everything by being alone. Although I don't want to, I can't do anything about it.
I always have the habit of lowering my head, looking for something there, looking at other people's backs, standing there, as if I have seen everything before.
I said to myself, look, you are still yourself
So sometimes I like to lean against the wall quietly by myself, with dull eyes and stupid thoughts about nothing.
Who will stay with me
Xiaobaiwen, if you don't like it, don't spray it.
Ps I'm in hospital recently!