I am a sentimental child. I don't know why I became like this. I care about other people's ideas and understand their words very complicated. This often makes me feel uncomfortable. I don't know what to do. I can't find anyone to talk to, and I often hold it in my heart. Even if I find someone, that person will take pains to listen? They often say that they have no time, but what if they have time? They always have excuses

Maybe I should be strong, I want to hold my head high in the bitter winter like Plum Blossom, the more frustrated, the more brave!

I often face the empty living room, I am lonely and afraid. No time is an excuse? Sometimes you have never accompanied me. No matter how many dolls there are, can they replace you? I often say to myself that it is good to get used to it, but is it really good to get used to it?

Sometimes I wonder why there are always people who don't think about other people's feelings. I often focus on others and focus on others. I treat them well. Why do they want to hurt me. It's not intentional. It's already said. It's like a nail

I am very sad, very sad. There is a book called "If there is a miracle in the distance" about a little girl who took advantage of the summer vacation to get her mother's approval to leave an empty and lonely home and go to her cousin's home in the distance alone. She just wants to leave the empty and lonely home and the home that is always busy with work

I want to leave home to find the warmth and happiness of the long lost home, just like the little hero in the book. My friend said to me: you are not so lucky as her, yes, I am not so lucky as her

Maybe I should be strong, and I can't be sad when I meet with a little unhappiness.

Maybe I should be strong, I should be strong