2014年05月16日

Wrote wrote sad, pain


Once had innumerable time want to cry, but is not willing to let others see, so are countless tears buried. Maybe it is because of this, gradually will not cry. ¬
Once in the diary wrote: "today is good wind, wind the leaves, also blew my mind. Since then, my heart was smug, smug cold. Also do not know to who, always empty thoughts. Pale and looked up, once again, looking at the sky, only to find the stars in tears for me. Don't know Is it right? Because they are too sad, always didn't laugh, do not want to say a word, just trying to write, until you forget that he is still alive, why some people always so happy, free to let youth passing so, not to fight, do not feel bad, don't grasp. No more thought to be so sad, and tears, perhaps he has forgotten the tears!" ¬
Remember a year, almost is my birthday. On that day, our family of Gardenia opened. I looked at it began to hurt, it will be in tears. Because that day I had a birthday, I only remember. ¬ looked at the gardenias, I will be comforted, because it and I like, very lonely. Perhaps we should comfort each other, each other laugh at each other, left out. ¬
Memories gone like a hurt people, appeared again and again in front of you, and then numerous wound torn to prove myself to you once blood flow. Memory is like the water in the palm down, whether you spread out or hold, it is always from the fingers, every little bit, flowing clean. ¬
When I was alone, I always feel lonely. If the change was before, I will be in my heart tears. And now I finally understand, fell dejected and can't change what, can only rely on themselves to strive for. ¬
Every night and give yourself some extreme terror "ghost story", scare yourself. Consciously envision some horrifying pictures, try to make yourself cry in the dark. A drop of a drop of tears, I know it's not -- it is sweat. I didn't cry, but the smile, laugh so terrifying --. ¬
I've never had to be afraid of death, I always calm in the face of death. I do not know what is not God incarnate. What is life like, die also fear. Always have to face the dark. ¬
A lot of things are not willing to let others know, know only one person, a person cry, a person smile, a person excited, one's own secret. Because the past is all about his. ¬
The midnight bell sounded again. The heart is still quiet. ¬
The black house was black gas cloud, the whole room filled with a mysterious atmosphere, thin a wisp of smoke purple came from the window. The shadow always dancing on the wall, violet lamp beside the Ru Xia general beautiful and red or photosynthetic or tease. ¬
Black Wu shadow of loneliness and fell heavily to the ground. Not what is black. Feel as if the house like the shadow of a dark, heavy. All the uneven pressure in the bottom of my heart, let it die. ¬


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