Everyone who knows me thinks I'm strong, but only I know that I'm so fragile that I'm worthless with tears;
Everyone who knows me thinks I'm serious, in fact, only those friends who get along with me day and night know that I'm not serious at all, and occasionally very immodest;
Everyone who knows me thinks that I am very independent, very bold, very career, in fact, only I know, I am a very family-loving little woman with no ambition, I will hesitate when I encounter a small choice, and then the big opportunity is in front of me, no one's encouragement I will also timidly give up, smile at all the people I know every day, but I am afraid to call strangers.
In this world, too many people are lonely and happy, and there are too many empty busy people, and we all forget who we are. We are looking for who we are again. Tonight I suddenly saw an article that was very touching, and suddenly I wanted to know my unknown side. In fact, I understand that there is too much helplessness and bitterness in the world that cannot be said and cannot be vented.
We are all trying to live, but we don't know where the road ahead is, we are confused and looking, we are happy in suffering, and then what?
I don't know when we started hugging ourselves tightly, tightly, afraid of trying to get closer, when we faced the survival of society? Is it after we have been deceived and betrayed by our friends, lovers, and colleagues? So we locked ourselves up and put on our masks.
Later, as we are slowly getting older, we feel more and more lonely, this is a lonely age, so we began to slowly open our hearts tentatively, longing for someone to walk in, saying, I understand your heart, unfortunately, when we opened ourselves, we saw everyone else hugging themselves, and no one wanted to walk in...
everyone...... Originally...... None of them are what you see... Actually, we're all the same...