Slowly losing the qualification for sleep. Staying up late has become the only happiness.
Obviously having a terrible life, but still having to act as if nothing is wrong.
Hope that when emotions run high, it won't just rely on staying up late to ease them anymore.
Cancel the remarks. No one knows how disappointed I am...
枕头:是啊,你看,流泪了
被子:挨,算啦,他会知道的,他还有我们!你记得帮他擦泪
枕头:好,我知道,你抱紧他,别让他冷着,他的心已经碎了!
No one will care about how much grievance you have endured. They will only scold you for being unreasonable when your emotions explode.
Sometimes a smile is like a band-aid. Although it covers the wound, the heartache remains.
In what tone and in what way should I express my messed-up mood?