I had a bit to drink tonight, sitting alone for a long, long time, thinking about many things. When I lowered my head, tears started to fall. Suddenly, I realized that I had no friends, and my heart felt empty all at once. I never knew I was so lonely; in the vast sea of people, it turns out I'm the only one. In that moment, all the heartache surged to the surface, and I had nothing to say. It was just a suffocating feeling inside. When I felt the most helpless, I realized I had nothing at all. The trivialities of life made me seem pretentious when I expressed them, yet when I swallowed them down, it just made my throat burn. Countless grievances surged up, but when they reached my lips, they felt insignificant. Life is like this—both sad and hard to express. In the adult world, except for happiness being fake, everything else is real. I've stumbled and fallen along the way, losing my former pride and my original self. I've come to understand the saying that the more sensible a person is, the more tired they become. The evening breeze wakes people up; let everything be hidden in the heart! I know that the simple, happy version of myself can never return. After taking a shower and changing into a new outfit, I went out but didn't know where to go or who to look for, wandering aimlessly. Perhaps this is the deepest loneliness of adulthood! Old friends don’t know my recent situation, and new friends don’t know my past. My current situation shouldn’t be known by old friends, and my past shouldn’t be told to new ones. No matter how many people you meet, there’s no one quite like me. Sigh! Such loneliness!