Sometimes, I am in an inexplicable bad mood and don't want to talk to anyone. I just want to be alone in a daze.
Sometimes, I suddenly feel irritable, uncomfortable with everything I look at, and feel depressed and panicked, desperately trying to find an exit.
Sometimes, I find that no one around me understands me, and I suddenly feel speechless when facing the people around me.
Sometimes, I feel like I am out of tune with the world, and the things I have always insisted on change beyond recognition overnight.
Sometimes, I suddenly want to escape from my current life, and I want to pack my simple luggage and go wandering at all costs.
Sometimes, someone suddenly says to you, I think you have changed, and then you start to have mixed feelings.
Sometimes, I hope that time will stop for me and I can finish what I haven't had time to do yet.
Sometimes, I want to hide and be vulnerable alone, not wanting others to see my wounds.
Sometimes, I suddenly want to cry, but I am too sad to cry.
Sometimes, in the dead of night, I suddenly feel that it's not that I can't sleep, but that I stubbornly don't want to sleep.
Sometimes, when I walk through a familiar street corner and see a familiar silhouette, I suddenly think of that person's face.
Sometimes, I clearly have a lot to say in my heart, but I don't know how to express it.
Sometimes, I feel like I own the whole world, but for a moment I feel like I actually have nothing.
It's really just sometimes that I still feel lonely even though I have many friends around me.
Sometimes, I really want to indulge myself, hoping that I will go crazy hysterically.
Sometimes, I suddenly cannot find myself and lose myself without a trace.
Sometimes, a feeling of boredom suddenly arises in my heart, and I feel very tired.
Sometimes, I can't see what my future will look like, and I feel confused and at a loss.
Sometimes, I find that I have grown up overnight.
Sometimes, when you hear a song, you suddenly think of a person.
Sometimes, I hope to find someone to love me well and long for a sense of security. But when the person who can love you appears, you retreat paranoidly.
Sometimes, others misunderstand what you said intentionally or unintentionally, and you feel depressed and panicked.
Sometimes, when you are hurt by others, you say it's okay, but in fact you feel very sad inside.
Sometimes, I often struggle with memories, and there are many things in the past that I cannot let go of.
Sometimes, it is easy to be moved by others' care, and sometimes it is numb and stupid.
Sometimes, watching the time passing by little by little, I sigh, but there is nothing I can do.
In fact, sometimes, I really think about it so much. . .
Pretend to be silent with friends and speak your mind to strangers. For those who care about you, you don't want them to worry. Sometimes, no news is good news. In fact, I really want to say "I'm fine", but maybe I'm lying out of intention, and I just want to put my brightest side on the front page of everyone's impression of me. . .
If you lose yourself, remember to pick it up again...
So I picked up the part of myself that had been hurt in love and wrote this essay
Intention: