发现自己真的变了

    不知道什麽时候，
                                                            自己变了这麽伤感，只知 道， 
                                                           为什庅
                                                           我活的这麽累，
                                                           身边的人， 
                                                           身边的事，
                                                           有时候无法面对自己， 
                                                           每天重复著同样的生活，
                                                          我常常一个人来来去去，
                                                          不知道什麽时候，
                                                         习惯了一个人，
                                                         喜欢了一个人，
                                                         不知道什麽时候， 
                                                         爱上了安静。
                                                         爱上了沈默。
                                                        是否自己已经变了，
                                                        是时间变了。 
                                                        也许，
                                                        我一直以为自己是个很坚强的人，
                                                        但其实我没有想像中的那麽坚强把。  
                                                        我喜欢，
                                                       把泪葬在心里，
                                                       我要微笑面对任何一件突如其来的事。
                                                       有时候，
                                                       突然见从梦里惊醒，
                                                       然後莫名奇妙的想大哭。 
                                                       一切都是莫名其妙。
                                                      身边的人来来去去，
                                                      我埋着头，
                                                      感受他门身上淡淡的味道， 
                                                     为何都带有丝丝忧愁。
                                                     我希望生活简单。
                                                     讨厌复杂。
                                                     但是现在的生活也并不复杂，
                                                     为何却让我
                                                     讨厌， 
                                                     厌恶，
                                                     恶心。
                                                    忘记了是什麽时候，
                                                    一个人偷偷的开始抽烟， 
                                                   在孤独的时候，
                                                   学会的把！
                                                   现在常常觉得自己身上也有淡淡的烟草味。
                                                  此刻，
                                                  我只想融入它！ 
                                                 其实我很脆弱。
                                                 也许发生在我门身边的是是非非。
                                                 我只有保持沈默。
                                                 但是， 
                                                我就算伪装，
                                               也一定要让自己幸福。
                                              写了这麽多篇日志。 
                                              终究我希望我门都会快乐。 
                                             我心里好难受．  
                                            我心里好疼好疼。 
                                           我哭了，°谁z道?。
                                          一切都结束ㄋ吗～