Chapter 410: Confusion (2)

(2) Laugh until you cry

I don't usually cry much, oh, I think it's tears.

But that doesn't mean that I'm just a very happy person, in fact, only I know if I'm really happy. I've always been escapist...... He knew it for a long time.

I was very wolf and very sad and painful "in front of him". Thinking about him, laughed until he cried.

There have been many people crying in front of me before, but I have never felt the slightest bit of sadness. I don't have a particular definition of tears.

But it seems really sad not to see him.

I don't want him to get hurt because of my ignorance, I'm not good at controlling my own feelings, I'm the kind of person who says that the wind is the wind, that the rain comes, and that the rain is coming, and that he used to cause trouble to others.

It's much better now, at least I'll try to avoid those incidents, I wonder if my article is really that angry?

I'm not really good at expressing myself, I don't understand myself, I'm just expressing my feelings. How much of it was his own feelings, I thought he knew.

If we say magic - literature comes from life, if we say real - literature is higher than life.

I thought that people understood, especially him, who had said so many things, and should know the truth and falsehood. But I still asked: I don't have a husband, right? How dare a husband write like this?

I like to be silent and feel that feeling of heartbreak, and I'm the kind of pain-savvy person who tastes pain.

They used to say that I was a little kid and I was playing with my sorrows, but I don't know what that means.

They say that if you really love and then fall out of love, what you write after that counts.

Sometimes I laugh and laugh and cry, and I don't know why, and the tears flow disobediently.

If it's love, I hope I don't lose it.

In fact, I am not strong enough, my original toughness is only because there is no love, and suddenly the castle in my heart collapses at once, how much does my dear he really understand me?

Life is probably a journey of learning. From a blank sheet of paper to a full notebook. How to write is all up to you.

Do you choose to make your heart more and more cold and hard and closed, or gradually polish your eyes and open your heart to grow?

There are many words that I have learned in primary school Chinese class, but it will take many years to start understanding their meanings in life when I grow up. They say that only when you meet a bosom friend can you truly taste the beauty of resonance, only when you have tried to be misunderstood can you understand the value of trust, and only when you encounter the betrayal of friendship will you seriously redefine the weight of the word friend.

Only when you lose can you know that you have it is not a matter of course, and only when you can never go back can you know how to cherish it.

Only when you see the most difficult time and still stay by your side know what is the friendship that you will never leave, and only when you have tasted the taste of loneliness and wandering will you see the word home when you feel warm in your heart.

Only after experiencing the ups and downs of society alone can you fully feel the selfless love of your parents.

And I didn't feel this qiē at all. I just want to be alone and quiet, even if it's just for a day, a day that is completely my own, instead of being instructed to turn around, waking up tired from dreams, and crying when I laugh.