I forgot how long it has been since the tears have howled so. I don't know if it's because I'm alone, or if it's just the past years desperately struggling. When all the weeks perched on the perch, I still could not control...
I always remember the words, "life is short decades, do not leave yourself any regrets, want to laugh, want to laugh, want to cry on crying, the time to love to love, needless to repress themselves". In the face of the big world, I always tell myself to be strong, everything will be a bubble, this is true. But when the emotions attacked the body, the strong heart instantly collapsed, collapsed, I do not even have the courage to disguise.
How long has it been since I wanted to get drunk? I hate the look of drunkenness, those from the lights out of the drunken people, like imprisoned in an empty city, always let people cast a different number. Later, when the heart needs a thing to hide, wine has become the world's noblest sentiment, I began to miss a group of people out of their hearts and lungs to raise a glass of wine, how many people can meet each other, fused in the most authentic wine and tears.
How long has it been since I was sober? I wanted to borrow wine to cover the prosperity, but found that the wine does not intoxicate everyone is not intoxicated, the kind of desire to stop, live and let people hurt. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new one. The cheeks of the slightly drunken hot hot hot, I know that practicing the sword, I do not deserve, outside the red dust always have no place for me.
Drinking into the stomach of the wine, like memory in the pull, black and white negatives from not so clear. Past events passed by in front of my eyes one by one, before I had time to turn back to the time...
How long has it been since I missed a period of pure white. Suddenly looked back when life is no longer the first time, but more than any time miss the freshness of the beginning. I miss the people there, I miss the most beautiful years there. We were once so enamored, and now they are scattered to the ends of the earth.
Not easily open, because belonging to the past will become weary and strange, we just have a more pure white miss, miss that the most hollow most once.
How long has it been since I felt so grown up? In front of the red dust chaos, we have always been naughty children, and people in a hurry, some people meet, some people just passing by. I may belong to the unfortunate latter, always passing by, but never edge deep.
Cold a wind blowing the shadow of others, I just thank this gift of the years, thank you for letting me know after tears, the original reality is so cruel, it will not wait for you just right time.
How long has ......
The wine is not drunk...
Never again, my heart is strong enough to support.
You all are.
There has always been a dream of the desert, want to accompany the soul of San Mao, to the Sahara to wander. Just can't be very strong to give up some responsibilities and obligations to realize their dreams. Reality makes people become weak, feelings make the heart fragile.
SAN MAO chose the Sahara, but the heart is haggard, the desert took away her favorite people, the sand also buried her dowry, but she still loves this land. In the beautiful Sahara, buried her joy her simple happiness, but at the same time to her soul filled with danger, destruction, and even death. Maybe God is fair, give you more talent, but give the soul a huge ordeal. In this war of life and death, in the strangulation without blood and tears, the tearing wounds make the face hideous, hysterical before death. Perhaps she was happy, a happy slice of life. Do you hear the light prayer in the clouds? Carrying the most beautiful soul, the most holy love.
However, in the eyes of loved ones but bear a great pain, stoic, waiting for the final destruction. Perhaps, the world that is good at creating is best at destroying the way. Life hides a lot of things, who do not know what kind of results the world will give you. I still believe that the relatives of the three hairs finally understand their children, understand her way of life, but also for such a daughter and proud of it, despite the pain but happy with some fragments, short, but perfect.
Journal about sadness 3On this night, I turned off the lights again, I squatted down, and hugged my cold body tightly...
These days I don't know how I got here...
Maybe I am the only one in the world who is so stupid and naive...
I know that everything has changed, and I have finally convinced myself that you are gone...
In the past, you would always say that you would always be there for me...
Because I believe in you, I have always believed in you.
But the result is not like that... I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this, but I'm sure I'm going to be able to get a good deal on this.
Every time I think of you, I squat down and bite my arm in tears because I don't want it to hurt that much...
In fact, the heart is already torn...
Maybe I'm the only one who's such an idiot, and my friends say stop torturing yourself...
I don't know what I'm going to do, you're my only support, my only happiness,
I love you more than I love myself, I love you as my life...
I don't know what to do.
I love you more than I love myself, I love you like my own life.
I love you more than I love myself, and I see you as my life.
If one day you can go to my heart, you will surely shed tears, because it is full of heartbreak...
If I could go to your heart one day, I would cry, because it's all about nothing...
I should have been forgotten by you...
Journal about sadness 4Once I think of you, I feel my heart ache! I don't know when this pain will come to an end. I don't know how long I'll miss you, how long I'll love you? No one can tell me, and no one can decide for themselves!
I am capricious, I am indulging my feelings, I am decadent, I am torturing myself physically and mentally, and I am punishing, punishing this love that should not exist!
Tired? How many times I am asking myself, but also at the same time in asking you! Love, is it should continue? Or should it end? Perhaps it should have ended, and is the complete end! Tears can be silent, the death of love can also be so free? The wind has stopped, the rain has stopped, can your heart stop at this moment? Can it? I asked you bitterly, but you turned your head to the side silently. Silently accompanied you on a long journey. Along the way, we have had too many laughs, touches, sadness and tears.
Know what? I have been feeling afraid, I do not know I can still accompany you to walk a long way, always forward! I don't know if the road ahead is winding or flat.
If my love gives you happiness, then please you will always remember this happiness; if my love gives you pain, please remember that there is such a person in your life to give you this pain; if my love gives you endless scars, then please remember to give you scars of this person, can?
The lonely night, once again knocking on the heart to ask themselves: "I really love you? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that. The fact is that the company's business is not a big player in the market, but it is a big player in the market! Then, I just have to let myself be alone again to enjoy this loneliness, this loneliness, this serenity. It's as if your voice is ringing in my ears, as if you are by my side in affection. You can't see the pain I bear inside, and likewise can't see that I have a scar inside. There is no longer anyone to light a lamp for me, there is no longer anyone who can really read my inner sadness.
Love, can not say pain, I had to endure not to say; but tears can not let it fall?
No, because I can not control not to think of you, I can not help you are not on my side how I have to live, you are not on my side, I silently flow down every day, can not not think of you. I want so much for you to be by my side right now. Is such a condition possible?
Journal about sadness 5Memory spreads every inch of skin, pain spreads this every cell.
The pace of thought can not move forward, stay in place silent sadness.
Silent sadness and sorrow, adding a few points of sadness and pain.
The reality is really too cruel, life is really too hard and too painful.
The first thing you need to know is how much you are going to be able to get the best out of your life, and how much you are going to be able to get the best out of it.
Too many memories, can only read alone in silence.
I want to be with you for the rest of my life, but in the end, it's just a naive dream.
I want to meet again, but in the end, hope becomes despair.
I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to get through this, but I'm not going to be able to get through this, and I'm not going to be able to get through this.
The world of cold sentimental love journal: love in the taste, I tasted all the space journal
out of tears, a bitter smile to tell yourself you go.
I foolishly insisted, foolishly waiting, in exchange for what?
Looking at the hope slowly fall empty, and eventually into despair, the heart much pain who can understand.
The air has become thin, so it is hard to feel good.
I'm not sure if I've ever had a good time, but I'm sure I've had a good time.
I love you I can not say it out loud, only in the bottom of the heart quietly say "I'm sorry, I love you"
Dreams of you appeared in the back, want to catch me but can not catch, watched him leave my line of sight.
The bitter water in love, I drank it all, propped up their own powerlessness to move forward.
The taste of love, I tasted it all, tasted myself forget what is happy.
I know I can't get close to your heart, and your heart rejects me thousands of miles away.
Before I naively thought that you have always loved me, as long as I wait for you to turn back, forgive that is just their own dream.
Love to the end, no matter how much hurt and pain, I still have to endure the pain to give up, endure the pain to cut off.
1. I have a conscience, but generally put in the safe
2. Because I care about you, so I always explain, and you always say I'm covering up.
3. We walked on the same street, but as if in two worlds, and realized that everything has been back.
4. Silently do more for him can only look at his back lonely sad, than to hear that I do not love you much better.
5. When I see others holding hands, I remember that I have been happy
6. I hope you are happy, because that is my greatest wish. I'm afraid you'll be happy because then you'll forget me.
7. Now I still believe in love, because you, if one day, you disappeared in my world, then I will not believe in love again.
8. High-speed down the bustling city, in my opinion, as if an empty dead city.
9. Unfortunately, the reality is the reality, never like a fairy tale, so romantic, so innocent
10. I had thought that the incomparable prosperity of the soft time, it turned out to be just self-indulgent.
11. The reality is so cruel, cruel and a little sad. The first time I saw this, I was so happy to see you, and I'm so happy to see you.
12. Do not easily evaluate others, because you have not experienced his life.
13. I am very lazy, so lazy that even in the heart of that person are not lazy to change.
14. Life is, the people who need can not get, get the people do not need.
15. Drinking medicine and handing bottles, hanging to the rope, jumping from the building waving a small handkerchief to send off.
16. The dusk slipped by like a fox, and there was no one to snuggle up to.
17. You do not need me, I give myself too much.
18. You can go, but please give me back my heart.
19. May those who have not loved love tomorrow and may those who have loved love tomorrow
20. The longer you appear, the more I feel that you are the gift of life to me
21. Never loved, so never been sad.
22. often and you joke joke with the truth in addition to the truth or truth
23. child crying while saying that I am not afraid of ghosts, do you believe
24. love, either let a person mature, or let a person fall.
25. I am very strong, strong enough to accept your departure#
26. With your sentence we are friends, I dare to rampage in your life a little longer
27. I have never dared to straighten up to say that I have all of you
28. You don't have to show off, you don't have to lie, the people who know you will know what you originally look like.
29. Not belonging to you, the grip of the tight and useless.
30. useless things, and then cheap do not buy; do not love the person, and then lonely do not rely on
On the sad journal 7
Sometimes, the heart will inexplicably difficult, but do not know why
Sometimes, with the surrounding people talking and laughing, but feel unusually lonely and lonely
Sometimes, quietly looking out the window, will feel that they are a very
Sometimes, some people don't need to say goodbye, they have already left.
Sometimes I pretend to be happy and laugh more stupidly than anyone else
Sometimes I'm so tired that I just want to hunker down in a corner by myself and be quiet
I'm clearly sad and I want to cry, but I have to grin and laugh
I'm clearly lonely and I'm clearly scared, but I want to be alone
I'm clearly online and I want to talk but I have to learn how to be invisible.
Obviously want to meet, obviously looking forward to, but to go to the refusal
Obviously the heart is very messy, obviously want to be accompanied by people, but to pretend to be silent
Obviously can not afford to give up, obviously can not let go, but to learn to let go
Unable to speak of the grievances called grievances, crying to laugh called pain, can not hold up, can squat down to hold themselves well. We keep fiddling with our memories, but we can't get back to who we were at the time. If one day, I become not even recognize myself, please tell me, what was I like before. In fact, I laugh and cry very easily, but when I laugh, I am heartless, and when I cry, it hurts to the point of suffocation. Every person who loves to giggle has unspeakable pain in his heart. It's better to cry and say I'm in pain than to laugh and say it doesn't matter. Now I just want to go with the flow. Don't say I don't care, what can I do if I do? I'm not sure what I can do about it, but I'm sure I can do something about it.
I know that in our lives. I'm not going to be able to do that. Never come.
I know, we just lack "needed" this kind of thing, we just do not need. Because whoever is left can live a good life, because, even if one day disappeared. No one knows.
I know, but can we not be brave?
I know, but I am powerless to resist.
Journal about sadness 8I remember when I was a child, every time I saw a beautiful flower, I couldn't help but go up and pick it. Although sometimes the hand is stung, but also will endure the pain, forced to own.
At that time, he complacently held up the trophy and the still bleeding hand to his partner, and their praise, so that he also had a sense of pride to become a hero. Flowers raised in bottles at home, soon wilted, drooping, falling petals, withered, and then I will take . . a little melancholy and loss, but soon forget the beautiful flowers that once wilted early in my hands! Tonight, I leaned back on the sofa, and inadvertently thought again of the once delicate flowers, the life of that fresh and early death, and also thought of my lonely self nowadays. There are thousands of kinds of beauty, but they all have a **** the same - life! Maybe I should appreciate it from afar, and let the beauty choose her most suitable way of life!
It has always been thought that they can also be qualified to love, looking back, carefully read their own stories to find that the original in this relationship they are just being manipulated by others, a doll, from the beginning to the end of love, happiness, anger, sadness and joy are not of their own volition, such as leaves, spring long new leaves, fall leaves yellow fall, edge is the law of nature! Pity their own love has not yet recovered, has been forced by others with the end of the curtain! I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure you're going to want to.
Love makes me become always giggle, love makes me become short-circuited brain, love makes me become no self, love makes me become do not want to dignity, love makes me become reckless, love makes me become laugh when tears, that is, but, however, but, I will still go to love, because of the dear, dearly beloved, the most loved! I am intoxicated by this ignorance, drunkenness makes me happy, drunkenness makes my heart soar, drunkenness makes me feel at ease! Love to the extreme party was abandoned, as if from the clouds to the bottom of the sea, this kind of taste, only to experience, in order to y understand! Love and hate is only a word difference, but throughout the ages, how many women have been killed by the love of man! Love is a life of nourishment, life embellishments, but now let me bow and snake, feel it like gunpowder, do not dare to touch, for fear of instantly blowing me to pieces! When the cruelty of material and reality swallowed the love, I contemplated myself should also surrender, still holding on to what? There is no one need and worthy of my obsession for him, perhaps y wounded me, more should go with the flow, with the wind, with the music and dance, with the happy, but I found that I can not do.
The heart of the wildly confused in this dark and deep night roughly bouncing, but no matter how wildly dance, is still a wordless pain! I know it is extremely reluctant is also cold and piercing, but what can be done, can only yield to shout helplessly! Raindrops outside the window dripping breathlessly, the sound makes people feel more desolate! In fact, I hope to come to a rare snow, all the nastiness of the earth all cover! Or then my thoughts will be completely frozen, pray no longer have that heartache! Deceit let me give all, but let myself learn to think calmly; betrayal let me heart such as strangulation, but let myself want to want to run free, throw off the boots, throw off the coat, throw away the scarf, tear off the hem of the skirt, pulling these wrapped in body disguise, so with the red-hot nature all the way to fly! In the snowy and icy land, I wantonly release my fervent passion, throw my hot sweat, and consume my residual heartache! I am not willing to find happiness, the injury makes me physically, but more heart to repair their own defects! I believe that my misery will end one day, but also believe that the people who cheated and betrayed me will taste the same sin one day, and I am waiting for that day to come soon! I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do to help you!
Loneliness is to let us better think behind the hustle and bustle and sort out the hasty life, loneliness is to let us better know how to cherish themselves, design the future! Friends, let us cherish God's gift to us - loneliness, loneliness, because that allows us to become more beautiful, mature, wise, calm, but also allows us to once walked the road, once *** with the life of a newer sense of understanding! Maybe not all love will have results, not all pay are right, and not all sincere can be understood! Love is not guilty, the human heart more dangerous gap, this life is difficult to complete the fate, the next life will be early about!
Women such as flowers, but each woman has a flower language belonging to her! If you love the woman, the man should first read her flower language, rather than covet her beautiful flowers! Don't talk lightly about love, ask yourself if you really love it? Did you pay for it? Don't talk lightly about love lost, you really love with the heart? You really heartache? Love is a kind of pay, and do not ask for return, you really do? No, then please do not always petulantly pretend to be sad, then please learn to love respect! Life is not guilty, but responds to us!
If you can not love her cherish her understand her, please be merciful, do not go pick her! Leave her still alive and perfect, for the man who loves her and cherishes her to bloom the most magnificent and delicate stamens in the world!
I used the words to release the sadness of the heart, dusty memories, in the words between the silent flow, unlocking the shackles of emotions, unbridled crying.
Who, in the blossom, moved that a true love; and who, in the flower fall, hurt that part of the innocence? Ear ringing all the sad music, faint melody, self-deprecating smile and some helpless, wet eyes covered with bewilderment. The name of your name has been a little strange, once the most happy love, now the most painful memory, how the years have changed, but still as clear as yesterday.
The years passed by quietly, like water. Magnolia blossoms fell a fragrant, gently pick up the petals left all over the ground; but the falling flowers with the intention of flowing water, flowing water is not interested in love with the falling flowers.
Time passes, the sky is dancing with endless thoughts. The love is deep and shallow, love and hate a thought, and then look back, has been flying. After the storm, everywhere exudes a vibrant vitality, quietly extends to every corner, sent how many people's thoughts.
Lamentation of memory is never finished writing the word, people go empty; the remaining drops, silently, every scene recorded in the text. Quietly lyrical, reminiscent of the joy when the faint sadness, distant like a stone's throw. The written word will be painted on the beautiful colors, in the sadness to tear the lungs of the time, embellished with a touch of poignancy.
Cut a fragment of memory, immersed in that false scene, so that the mind to get a moment of reliance. In the corridor of the years, everywhere in the interpretation of the sadness and clutch, hot tears and buried in the past who?
The cold rain, wet my dream of unrequited attachment. It is that a touch of silhouette, vivid my desolate dream; that wipe disappeared in the dream of tenderness, into my endless feelings of longing; in the blossoming and falling years into a wisp of fragrance, with the wind blowing diffuse sky.
The mercurial wind, gently caressing every hill. The vows that had been spoken, dispersed in the sunset when the residual temperature. Those tender sweetness, those sad sighs, those lingering memories, gone with the wind; dissipated again and again dissipated, leaving scattered fragments to go away.
Poignant words, all translated all the sighs in my heart, out of the words still laughing, the sighs of memories, woven into a light lullaby, played into the warmth of laughter.
Wave, goodbye, the lost years; goodbye, beautiful sadness; sometimes I wonder how sadness can be beautiful? It turns out that everyone's sadness is unique, and the stories in sadness are beautiful and delicate.
I vaguely remember the first time I saw you that a wisp of white, perhaps the sun was just right that day, so that you look like a white angel with a smile on your face.
That smile is so pure, not pretentious, perhaps only from the heart of the smile is so good! It's just that an angel's smile never belongs to anyone. So I can only secretly hide it in the depths of my heart, so careful, afraid of being found by others, in the dead of night, alone memories.
Now I still vaguely remember your angry gaze, that gaze is still mixed with a little sadness, you know that gaze is like a sword stabbing my eyes, and then straight to the heart. I was so eloquent in front of you that I couldn't defend myself, and the last thousand words could only be reduced to a slightly pale sentence: "I didn't do it."
In front of you, I am always so clumsy, a sentence also want to dozens of times to make sure that there is no problem before you dare to speak out, and sometimes even words can not speak, not because there is nothing to say, but because of nervousness, excitement, afraid to open the mouth on the wrong words, afraid of embarrassment in front of you. Later, later, finally become have words also do not know where to start.
I still remember the fourth grade that time you fought for me, when the teacher was helping you to disinfect the wound when you cried, I also cried. The teacher said, "irrelevant people hurry home." I could only turn away in silence, I wasn't brave enough then. One day in third grade, I still remember clearly, I cried in the classroom, the result you were scolded by the teacher, then I was not brave enough to tell the teacher that I hurt you to cry.
You understand me, I know. You always came through when I was most helpless. You are so sweet, only your sweetness doesn't belong to me, your smile, your sadness is not for me.
The world is so big that it is not easy to meet you in the sea of people; however, the world is so small that you prefer my best friend. I hope that one day you can find me, only, there is only one her left in your world, cover up all my light.
I can only choose to turn away, hoping not to leave a trace. However, when I am panicked and helpless, I always think of you, and then silently drop tears alone. I have asked myself, if there is really a time machine, I would like to go back to the old days, back to the days without a strand of white. If I could do it all over again, would I change my answer? Choose not to know you or like you. Just no time machine.
Goodbye, white boy. I'm leaving to find the life I want, and maybe the next time I see you, I can greet you with a relieved smile and pull together like a friend I haven't seen in years.