I used to think that the heart does not know how to communicate, nor does the heart know the taste of joy, anger, happiness, but the fact tells me that this is not the case, the heart is active

When I was young, I didn't know how to feel. I always closed myself in a lonely world and didn't tell my family about my feelings. I had to laugh painfully when I was busy... So, since I was sensible, I have my own diary. I talk to it every day, and only it is willing to listen to me.

My friend said that I was the worst listener. Is that right? They think that when they spit out their bitterness, I always like to listen to them without looking at each other. Indeed, I dare not look into each other's eyes. No matter who, I dare not... I can not see the other's soft eyes, but only the eyes that make me feel creepy and glaring. Therefore, others cannot understand me, but I have become the worst audience in others' eyes.

Once upon a time, I opened my heart, wanted to let myself out of the lonely world, and wanted my friends to help me out. In primary school, no such confidant appeared, until junior high school... such talents appeared. But it was also because, like other people, she didn't understand me and pulled me to the door. It was only a short step away from me, and I could walk out completely. But she just let go and left me

I am like a dolphin leaving the water. I have no direction. I only see a vast sky. I am dying. I can't breathe. I am moaning. I am asking for help. No one sees me or hears my voice. I lie on the land, my eyes are struggling to blink, hoping to see a glimmer of hope, no, nothing