I fell into a loneliness I had never felt before. This ubiquitous loneliness seemed to overwhelm me at any moment. I do not know what to do.
It took me six months to write a novel. During this period, I completed the creation almost in a closed formWhen I spent too much time on this aspect, I lacked communication with the people around meThey couldn't understand the difficulty of my creative period, I was isolatedAt first I treated this Things don't matter, because my head is full of my novels. However, when the novel is finished, a sense of emptiness permeates the whole body. I seem to be standing on the edge of a cliff, unable to touch the sun and what greets me is not a brand new life
What should I do when I am faced with such a life dilemma. People around me can't understand me, I'm a child with a dream, I have to fight for it, even with blood and tears
I started to prepare the manuscript for the composition competition. I sat on the chair and drank two glasses of water, but got nothing. Is it true that I can¡¯t write a word when I face the paper?
I didn't offend any rights of my colleagues. I was doing my own work and writing in my spare time, but I didn't know it. I'm out of the crowd
I am so lonely, tears seem to flow down at any time. I feel sad when I see everything
Finishing the novel seemed to have lost the pillars that supported me to move on. I began to care about things I shouldn¡¯t care about, the true friendship of sensitive colleagues the anxiety of not being able to write a composition, and the deliberate rejection of individual colleagues formed a strong psychological pressure on me. If there is a person who can understand me, it would be great, can she stand by my side and give me courage and encouragement
I am a working girl, and it seems that my fate has long been doomed. I have to keep myself in my job position to complete the coasting of my life But I don't want to, I really don't want to waste time in my short life on things I don't like
When I was in Shanghai, I was not alone. Because I still have friends. And in this strange city, as I slowly crawled, all I saw were mocking eyes and indifferent expressions I don't know why I was isolated Maybe I was thinking too much I still have so many things to do The stage of life is really strange
I am so lonely, I hope someone understands and tolerates (Remember the website URL: www.hlnovel.com