Black humor

I don’t like crying, because I love being strong. Once, he asked me, why not cry? I replied, because I am not a coward. During that young time, I swore to myself that I would never shed tears in front of others or show weakness in front of others. Even if the next second was death, I would still keep smiling in the first second. Therefore, in front of him, tears were always circling in his eyes. In my world, sadness is one’s business and has nothing to do with others. When you are depressed, you never disturb others, or give others fidgety tone and face. At this time, I will find a quiet corner, silence. Or tears, vulnerable to myself, is totally my own business. When you are sad, you will shed tears. When you are really sad, there will be no tears. When my heart is severely hit, I will close my eyes, frown and heal myself. Tears, at this time, are unnecessary things. When I love someone, I love him very much and love him with all I have. When being hurt to despair, I will be indifferent and spend my whole life indifferent to this person. Outside the window, the sky was slightly blue by the sun. I stared at it with only one color in my eyes. But in my heart, there is no color. I fall in love with words and live on them. When there is no trouble, I won’t miss it very much. When I am sad, it is my only support. Then my heart will be quiet. When I am always sad, I will be full of thoughts. Perhaps, my words can only survive in sadness. Just like at this moment, they were born one by one in my gloomy mood, forming an article. I have a hobby that annoys myself, and I like to stick to others. If you are with someone, you want to be with him forever. This is a kind of obtrusive despair, afraid of losing, trying to cherish the present. However, more people miss what they don’t get and are bored with what they see. Then they lost, and then mourned what they lost. They would never feel the real happiness, and they would never understand happiness. There was a person who began to get tired of my clinging, thinking about the past in his heart, so he was indifferent to me. I never thought that my love would be like this. I never thought that when I fell in love with someone, I was the role of female No. 2. Yes, this is the real reason for my writing today and the real source of sadness. Love is always a helpless thing. In fact, I have forgotten what love is. It is too far away from me, and it is difficult for me to find him again. The person in front of me is what I cherish most. But he doesn’t cherish me. Therefore, I also look down on what I have. I have to say that giving is relative. In youth, pay without complaint or regret, and don’t ask for return. In adulthood, pay appropriately in balance, don’t want to be less, don’t want to be more, always calculate an account in mind. In the past, I imagined how to take care of my husband after marriage. Now, in love, I always hope to get the love of that person. Growth is a journey of destruction. Perhaps, this is a kind of black humor, but the lost me will not fight back with humor. I will only hurt my heart and let myself learn indifference. Poppy remember

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