Those short sentences that express a lot of pressure and a tired heart.

I can't describe how sad I am, but I am not happy.
I have been busy for many years, giving everything, but never keeping anything.
A smile can deceive others, but only oneself knows the heartache.
How optimistic do I have to be to be happy?
Even good people can turn bad, and even sweet sugar can melt.
I insist on being strong with my words, but tears surrender in my eyes. I can deceive others, but not myself. It turns out I'm not that strong.
This world doesn't care about your self-esteem, only about the results you achieve, and then emphasizes your feelings.
There are many regrets in a person's life! It passes in the blink of an eye! I wish you well wherever I can't see you!
I am a very pessimistic person, but I laugh happier than anyone else.
Disappointment, exhaustion, oppression, and hardship, that's how I am now.
Life is like this, others only see the results, while I endure the process alone.
Some things may seem insignificant now, but at that time, it was really a moment-by-moment struggle.
Growing up is a transaction, where we exchange the courage to grow up with our simple innocence and untainted purity.
I am tired, but I don't know where the tiredness comes from. I want to speak, but I don't know who to speak to.
I just sit here and accept whatever life gives me, and watch whatever it takes away.
I also want to ask why, but life is still life after all.
I'm too lazy to communicate anymore, you can say there's a sun at night and I'll believe it.
Don't disturb those who reply to you with indifference, don't disturb someone who doesn't want to acknowledge you, the one who feels uncomfortable is always oneself.
Every day is the same, day after day, no surprises, no surprises.
When you're young, you threaten to try a thousand types of strong alcohol. When you're old, you realize that plain water is the longest-lasting feeling.
I want to express myself but can't find the perfect words, only endless silence remains.
Explaining makes me look like a criminal.
Tiredness and grievances are hidden in my heart, but on the surface, I am trying hard to please life.
There really is a moment when I don't want anything anymore.
Can I just say that I'm unhappy without giving a reason?
It's just in that moment, suddenly feeling heartache, feeling empty inside.
Even good people can turn bad, and even sweet sugar can melt.
The mirror is my best friend because it never laughs when I cry.
I am an ordinary person, but I want to gain recognition from everyone, even though I know it's unrealistic. I want to change, but I'm afraid of change, so I live my days in a daze.
Life is full of genuine sadness disguised as happiness.
There are truly too many helplessness in the world, and we are always forced to do things we don't want to or even hate.
The age of being at a loss, nothing is satisfactory.
My heart is tired, I want to hide, I want to collapse, I want to lie down for a while after falling.
Current state: Tiredness and collapse hidden in my heart, while collapsing and degenerating, I am also desperately healing myself.
Every day, I feel inexplicably tired, having nothing, and feeling exhausted.
When all the pressures of life, family, and everything else pile up, you realize that you're no longer at an age where a piece of candy can make you happy.
I have never completely collapsed because I have never been whole.
I feel sad that I am such a terrible person.
The days of waking up early and staying up late have always told me that I can't fall down.
When the heart is tired to a certain extent, there is no energy left to get angry or care.
The pressure of life, the judgment of society, the reality of society, make me feel lost.
At an age of having nothing, I can't even give happiness to myself. I always feel like everything can still be done, but also feel powerless.
I live like a normal person, but no one knows whether I'm happy or not.
Give me a pause button, I'm really tired.
It's too melodramatic to say it out loud, but it's too unfair to keep it to myself. Crying doesn't help much, but not crying is too painful.
You have to admit that we are all ordinary people who have broken down at night.
Suddenly, a feeling of weariness arises in my heart, feeling very tired.
It was originally for the sake of work that I lived, but because of work, I have distanced myself from life.
I may be more sensible and mature than others, but who told you that I can't be sad?
I don't drink, and if I don't have cigarettes, I might really not be able to hold on.
We are all just playing a role in this world, and the movie will eventually end.
True despair is not crying heart-wrenchingly, but not being able to say anything and not being able to cry.
I have experienced things that I shouldn't have experienced at this age and have possessed things that I shouldn't have possessed at this age.
People are creatures who weigh the pros and cons. Life is not easy, so how can we expect happiness so easily?
Many things, I can understand and accept, but I still feel very sad.