This is a lonely city, I live more lonely. Some frustration, hidden, and carefully hidden, deep. It grew dark, so always walk on the network, sink in someone else's text, is that kind of imagery moving, stimulating, hurting. This evening, feeling very tired eyes. Want to stop, but unable to stop. Tap the screen in front of the keyboard with the same lonely, lonely voice issue, my lonely heart beat along, I should be all alone. Entering the city has been even more so. Friends and relatives are far away. Although busy day, but at a loss, nothing. I consider myself very firmly imprisoned, unwilling to open their hearts, all the frustration, loneliness and pain, suffer in silence, like a monk.
The city is so lonely, surrounded by so great. And I, but it's the loneliness of the ordinary. Loneliness is life, life is like wonderful. Thus, the lonely flaunt their personality, their own characteristics play. Try the. Wants to prove that I am not quite that of loneliness and isolation, want to attract people's attention, I lonely? I am still wonderful. But others with loneliness, isolation of, helpless, not too much attention to what you say, unless your actions on the interests of the little impact so I failed. Still ordinary lonely. Because life is lonely city, we have to make a living and hard work, tired. We do not have much time to open the door, many, many people, while recognizing, but still strange.
I know, I can not allow into the city, if not also allow into this world, not because I do not know is lonely because I am alone. Yes, I would not exciting, I'm still lonely. The world will not because I am lonely and sad, not because of the wonderful surrounding me alone and stop. Of course, the loneliness of the city will not be around because of the wonderful and happy with. I like a mouse, the mouse during the day, only in the door hole probe heads, poor test of everything outside. As a result, the city is still lonely, and I, still alone ...