15 kinds of loneliness. What do you belong?

* 1. I smiled and looked at everyone around me coldly. It was a hysterical smile and two extreme intersections.
I forgot how to cry.
Sitting in the corner alone, I leaned against the cold walls with an expressionless Face and drew the only heat of hot tea in my hands.
Looking at the smiling crowd, still smiling, no one found me sad.

* 2. Blood is constantly flowing out of the wounds on my hands. I forgot my pain and lost my fresh blood on the floor. Suddenly, I found that my blood was not red, and its color was the same as that of loneliness. I have forgotten the color of loneliness.
When I opened the door, I smelled winter, but my heart could not hibernate. In the cold wind, my naked soul was torn apart, and my feeling lost.

* 3. I am in the same country as lonely people. This may be fate. In the dark, I lit a candle, and the dark flame beat gently. It was a silent heartbeat. Candle wax, darkness swallowed me, no resistance, no struggle.
I am used to being dark.
Walking alone in the middle of the night, my world is still only me, cold and helpless quietly spread, and I am suffering.

* 4. The boiling white water keeps pushing the heat, and I am staring at it, leaving my body 1.1 points.
What am I thinking?
What else can I do?
I kept asking myself, but did not answer.
I am used to questioning myself.
Without thinking, I can breathe clearly. I can hear my heartbeat voice. I am still alive.

* 5. Open the computer and hear the mouse and keyboard sound in the quiet night. No one on QQ. Suddenly someone asked to pass identity verification. In his self-introduction column, I saw a very reasonable saying: "It is boring to go online, but it is more lonely to go online! "Without hesitation, I held the mouse and pressed" Pass verification ". Then I went offline and shut down my computer. Lying in bed, eyes looking at the ceiling, keep thinking that sentence.
I used to get bored.

* 6. My life has no meaning, and my life has no happiness, because I am helpless and heartless. No goal. I live in my own world in my own unique way.
Walking on the road, ignoring the guidance and cold eyes, I still walked forward calmly and calmly, still with an inexplicable smile on my face. If you are a visitor in your life, why don't you forget it? Are you just a passthrough? Think of you, I fold the smile, stop, look up the sky, not blue, is lonely color.
I cannot force myself to miss you.

* 7. sitting on the sofa, rubbing the temples with your hands without stopping, and the habitual migraine struck me. There was a cup of ice water and painkillers on the table. I didn't touch them, closed my eyes, and felt the pressure from the pain.
I am used to suffering myself.
Cold hands suddenly felt warm, it turned out to be hot tears, I thought I had no tears.

* 8. The Angel has wings. I don't have any, so I am not an angel.
The devil has magic. I don't have it, so I am not the devil.
I have the freedom of helplessness, despair, and loneliness.
The hope at the bottom of my heart is in a fierce struggle with despair, but the winner is helpless. I have learned to accept helplessness and want to compromise.
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The disadvantage of angels is that they are too kind. The disadvantage of the devil is that they are too evil. My weakness is that they are too weak.
* 9. Close your eyes gently and breathe the air without you with great strength and greed. Is it freedom? Or Miss? I couldn't answer myself. It was so thin without you.
I also learned to adapt to the cold air.
I have laughed, cried, quarrelled, and quarrelled. What I need now is indifference.

* 10. The bright sunshine shines on me through the window. Open your eyes, block the glare of the light with your hands, and mask the quilt. I am going to continue to be interrupted.
A dream cannot be continued Once awakened. Angrily, I got up from the bed and held my head with both hands. My hair fell down in disorder. I woke up. I shake my head with a smile, and accept the reality with despair to welcome a meaningless New Day.
I am used to my unchanging life.
* 11. "The back is true, people are fake, and there is no persistence. One hundred years ago, you were not you, I was not me, sorrow was true, tears were false, and there was no success, you did not have me after one hundred years. "
as if I saw you and reached out, I only touched a blank space. I know that after one hundred years, you will still be you, but I miss you.
* 12. The wind blew up my hair. I don't care. I walked slowly on the streets of the cold winter. I am numbly moving, a little fuzzy, vaguely seeing you in front of me, step by step forward, but you are getting farther and farther away from me.
I am desperate to rush to you, knowing that you are disappearing in front of me. I paused and gasped. I began to laugh, laughing, and laughing.
* 13. The books in the room are full of tables. I sat in front of the pile of books and sighed. After a moment of silence, I suddenly stood up, reached out and grabbed the boring books, threw them to the wall around me, and threw myself into the bed heavily.
for a long time, I got up and picked up the books and put them on the table again. I smiled helplessly and buried myself in the books.
* 14. As I lay down on the table, my face was deeply buried in my arms, and tears burst out like this. I keep taking a deep breath and try to calm my heart, but I cannot control myself.
* 15. I put off my hypocritical smile and put on a tired face. My love for you remains, but I learned to hide it.
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