Depressed

She does not talk much about her life, nor does she want other people to understand her life very much, because no matter how bad she is, she does not want anyone to help her. One must move his hand and break his own mess, created by himself, because she is so familiar with it, she inherently belongs to her own sorrow.

She has negative thoughts, she or not be happy, be happy. To her she can not get that. Sometimes she looked back to herself to reeling in her chaos caused, she also heartbreaking, she also saddened, very disappointed because it did not help themselves. It makes it worse than ever. She struggled to find an escape route, but her surroundings were now dead end, she knew she had run out of opportunities to start over again, nor did she dare go any further because she did not know what was waiting for her. In front, and whether it gives her happiness, or a bunch of chaos that she must be tired than now? She was bored, did not dare to think, her life as completely upset, she always tried to suppress her weak tears in her lap, to be strong enough to overcome everything, from unhappy things, she also tried to get through, she is not okay, really now she is not okay anymore.

She has always made herself a prisoner, where she is always sad before her. Family, life always pressure her. She was too small to pass. She was expecting a true love, but she was disappointed that she had fallen in love with a few bad people, so she did not want to trust anyone else, even though she was scared. lonely. Increasingly, she was afraid of everything. Seeing her depressed face knew how tired she was. Sometimes I look myself in the mirror, see my little self, although very close but she does not love yourself a little, so that the most heartbreaking hurts themselves, heartbreaking and tired to scary.