Take a long breath, take another deep breath, and you're still alive.
We are to do what we can slowly and firmly, until we leave. In the face of the trivialities of life, it is too easy to scratch our already battered hearts again, but so what, take a long breath, and then take a deep breath, you are still alive, we are still alive.
A few years ago, we were just a naïve teenager who had not yet entered the society, and if there was any unhappiness, the next day it would disappear, and if it really didn't work, then go buy a bottle of ice coke, grunt into the stomach, and the joy would return to the teenager's face again. But the days keep flowing, and there are many holes in the heart at some point, and the ice Coke will only pass through the heart. Today's heart is like a house that leaks wind on a winter night, making the innocence of living in it hurt and grow old in a visible way.
Is it arrogance? Perhaps, if it weren't for it, I would have borrowed it from somewhere else to repair the planks of the house!
How are childhood sorrows healed? Where did you get the planks? I don't know. Have you ever thought about this question, if there is a better write down to share with you.
Yesterday in the circle of friends saw an old friend who is not often in contact, suddenly sent a photo with several shallow knife marks on the wrist with a picture written, and now the injury does not feel. The word her injury was marked with a pair of terrible quotation marks. After that, almost instantaneously, there were many comments, comforts, and inquiries under this picture. Gossip about what may have happened. Then the protagonist made a happy and laughing expression and said, I am fine, I just accidentally scratched it. A cheerful friend replied, Baby is not me saying you, you have to go to the psychiatrist. And after this comment, no one wants to comment under this picture, and the protagonist of this picture has no news...
Almost at the same time, looking at yourself in the trough period, instead of torturing yourself, it is better to choose to record these bad emotional words, and then throw it into the sea of the Internet, so that it is like a drifting bottle, floating everywhere!