There is a grocery store in the old street that sells emotions. I have a lot of worries, but no one listens to me. I told the stars, and they began to avoid me after hearing enough; I told the moon, and the moon became tired of hearing and began to ignore me; I told my friends, I'm sorry for forgetting that I have no friends; I told myself, in fact, I have said enough. Finally, I walked to the old street and sold my worries to the grocery store. The worries were gone, and I was no longer the complete me.