How often have we cried alone and didn t want our family and friends to know?

It's just that all of a sudden, my nose is sore, my eyes are wet, and I feel that I can't do anything, and there is no reason for me to be suddenly sad. An inexplicable bitterness welled up in my heart. It feels much more comfortable to cry alone, <>

The first time I cried was when I was in the third grade of elementary school, when I had a math test, I failed the test, and after I got the test paper, the whole person was blinded, because I didn't expect to be so bad, I didn't go home at noon that day, I didn't tell my parents or my friends, and I cried silently in the classroom for half an hour.

After breaking up with my first love, I secretly cried alone, I didn't want my family and friends to know that I was crying, I was sad alone, I didn't want others to know, I thought I was unproductive.

One time I cried was when I was in college, I usually studied very hard, thinking that I should be able to get a scholarship and be selected as a good student, but my name was not on the list, but several people on the list did not have good grades as me, and that time I felt unfair for the first time, I didn't eat at night, and I hid in the bed alone and cried.

In my senior year, because I didn't sign a job, I was looking for a temporary job next to the school and renting a house, and the consumption was too high, so I had to choose to go home to find a job.

I didn't sign a job in the year I graduated from my senior year, and I found a temporary job around the school, with a rent of more than 2,000 per month, which made me feel a little unbearable, so I had to choose to go home, and hurriedly bought a hard seat to go home, and the moment I got in the car, I felt that I had spent four years of college in vain, and I felt sorry for my parents, and I cried while sitting in the car.

Sometimes I have been wronged unnecessarily, I feel sad, very wronged, obviously I haven't done anything wrong, but someone has come to wronged you and made you carry the black pot, more bitterness and helplessness.

Alone, persistently moving forward, to survive this noisy world. It is not only the feelings that can make me lonely, but also the negative energy that accumulates over me little by little, and I am depressed like dust in the corner.