I Never Allow Myself to Be Melodramatic, Because I Know No One Will Comfort Me
We only have this one life, it's the only chip, we must live together to bet, to grow old together.
I never indulge in emotional outbursts because I know no one will comfort me.
If someone challenges you, just run away a little, then you won't hear anything.
I like to pick at the dead skin on my lips, it's uncomfortable if I don't, I like to pick at the scabs on my wounds, even if it hurts, I can't control myself, I like to squeeze pimples, knowing it will leave scars, I still can't resist, I don't often tidy up, I sometimes have a sudden urge to tidy up, and I'll make it spotless, I uncontrollably bite and suck on the straw when drinking, I sometimes laugh carelessly, and I sometimes quietly sit by myself, and I sometimes inexplicably reminisce.
Some people, the more you know them, the more you realize it's best to just stop.
If choosing tranquility is an option, who would choose to be constantly displaced and drifting? If this glass of wine can erase all our sorrows, I'll raise it to toast.
When did promises become fleeting whims? 'Excuse me' became our automatic response. If you're not sincere, I won't take it to heart.
The dream is over, why still cling to it? The past is gone, why still remember it? A stranger on the road has already departed, why still pursue him relentlessly? Life is fleeting, and cruel time leaves behind countless ruthless scars.
Sometimes, not looking back at the roads we've walked doesn't tell us whether our steps were right or wrong. Sometimes, not missing things is a sign of appreciation.
We've all changed, we no longer smile easily. We no longer live for freedom, but we're bound by life. We have too much, yet we're not deep enough.
