I like being sentimental.
I'm a sentimental person, easily saddened by the withering of trees and the fading of flowers. Many times, I suddenly feel incredibly melancholic and lost, my heart empty.
I wonder if this is what people often call "loneliness"? Perhaps it's simply a sign of unhappiness? Or is it just my dissatisfaction with life?
My volatile emotions often strain my relationships with those around me; I have very few, if any, true friends.
I dislike superficiality; I always feel that people who aren't genuine and open are just putting on airs. They're all talk and no action. I also hate social niceties; they're all too fake.
Sometimes I like to stand alone by the window, like now, the sun setting, the trees withered, yellow leaves, sparrows flitting about—they all have their own homes, the hustle and bustle of the world seems irrelevant to them. They're so happy! At least they're more peaceful and less anxious than me.
And then I'll continue to overthink, and then all that's left is sadness…
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