; moments of solitary.

4:56 AM So many times when I needed help and I do not know who to turn to for help.
It just seem like no one was there.
It just feels like being put into a dark room, the exit is just there in front of you but it is so dark you cannot find the path to it.
And you end up bruised all over, head to toe, and still trapped in there.

It is the desperate for help, which gives you the mental breakdown.
But who cares?
Nobody would bother just to reach out a hand to help you up.

Like stuck in a bog, you will be left there; the more you try to struggle, without help, you just sink deeper in.

两年说长不长，说短不短，可是就这样在转眼间，过了。
两年前得我，两年前得你，都已不是现在的我们了。

我找不回当时我爱上的那个你。
会陪我，会疼我的那个你。
如果真的能追回，要我跑多远都行。

我在妄想吧...
失去的要不回，才是它珍贵的地方吧。

只能怪自己太笨，太傻，太纵容你。
现在说什么都于事无补了。
只好走一步算一步吧...