"I used to think I could see deer in the deep forest. Whales in the blue sea. I could see you when I woke up from the dream. But later I found out that fog rose in the deep forest and I didn't know where to go. Waves surged in the blue sea and I was afraid to go. When I woke up from the dream, the night continued and I was panicked. I couldn't see deer, whales or you. Old trips are like dreams, and my heart is broken. Life is a series of separations and encounters. It makes me forget and start again and again. However, I didn't do either of leaving him or forgetting him. Not all likes have results. It's hard to meet some people. Memories are like a blunt knife. They repeatedly torture our most painful nerves. Later in this long life. We can never meet again. I realized that no matter how strong the wind is, it can't blow back to the past. It seems that life shouldn't be like this, but we can only be like this.

I want some friends but I’m so scared of communicating with people because I ve always think I’m not good enough, people may not interested in talking with me. I feel so tired. What can I do?

Why do I feel people don’t really chat here?

What can I do if I have feelings for someone who doesn’t have the same feelings?