A letter from a strange woman

In countless sleepless nights, I stared at the night with my eyes wide open. Anxiety and fear covered my eyes. Yes, I am not willing to sleep like this. I fell asleep, one day passed, and another day was coming. Me at a loss. I can’t say clearly what I’m afraid of, and I can’t tell those emotions. They are always silent in the bottom of my heart, suppressed by me. But it was like a volcano roaring in a low voice, desperately trying to rush out of the cliff. I can’t control my emotions. I originally created them, but now I will become their slave. They drove me to keep thinking and suffering from the suspicion and doubt day after day. I was overwhelmed by the flood of emotions inch by inch, like a dying ant, trying to catch the last straw. In the silent and dead night, I always fall into the dilemma created by myself. But I do feel a constraint all the time. That is a shackle that covers my heart. The surging emotions occupied all of me, and I became a person completely dominated by emotions. So I was irrevocably attacked by neuroticism and insanity. But if it were not for them, I would not be able to write, and I would lose the inspiration and motivation of writing. I am neither a poet nor a philosophy. What I rely on is these trivial and complicated thoughts. If God did not give me the power of writing, I would not survive. Who can tell me how to be the master of my emotions? I don’t understand that we live under the same land and sky, but we can never meet each other. We walk on the same road every day, watch the same sunset, and sink in such a glorious and sad manner. Step on the same grassland and pass the same lakeside. I cursed my ridicule and cowardice to God. Even I couldn’t tell what I am was afraid. There was a wall in my heart. I fortified the outside world and refused to be crossed by others. I think about the past and the future, I am make too many mistakes and sins. I have already felt deeply guilty, and I am not willing to forgive myself. When I walk alone in the crowd, I am most afraid of someone calling out my name suddenly. It was like that I was uncovered in public and my blood flowed into a river in full view of the public. I wish the whole world would not know me. I never dared to stay in the crowd for too long. I was afraid that I would see that shadow as soon as I raised my head. I was afraid of the appearance of that face, which made my spine cold. I knew that face was looking at me behind me again. When I turned around and looked at it, I shouted in panic, “Who are you? The face sneered and asked, who are you? You are scared, afraid that you don’t know who to confess? Who should I pray for forgiveness? I think I am should confess. So I pulled out a pen in the dark and drew some words on the white paper casually by the faint light. I hugged and cried with these words. The paper and pen make me feel the most safe. They are always silent, but full of silent and rich language. Only when my eyes see them and my fingers touch them can I feel extremely steadfast. This letter, from a strange woman, is written to the same strange you. Never met you. (This article is purely an imitation of the delicate and sensitive psychological description in Zweig’s letter from a strange woman.) Like (prose editor: Shu Kuang) the snow in spring Spring elimination snow, multi-the yao nian, unspoken. Reading from afar, it is just above that snowfield. The snow is really beautiful, after all it is spring… Waiting Waiting is a kind of persistence, sticking to a certain belief and never giving up. Maybe because of a certain commitment, or because of a certain… Be good at listening to different voices and opinions On October 6th, I published a travel essay: “beautiful autumn scenery”, which was obtained by many literary websites… Read The Bridges of Madison County “When the white moth spreads its wings, you can come to me at any time”. I think, if I am a man, be accepted… From today on, I want to be happy I read “the biography of Hulan River” long time ago, and I remember that I was really in a heavy mood for a long time. Which characters caused me… Sick time I sneezed one after another these days. I said someone was reading me and others said I was sick. Finally, the doctor also said I was…