I am sad.

That's about it.

Recently, I read a webnovel, and cried.

Adults are not very different from children. They have the same emotions, anger and disgust, joy and sorrow. The biggest difference was that adults felt sad for no reason.

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Late at night, when they cannot sleep, they will cry.

I'm exhausted. I've cried far too much today, but I still feel like crying. There's nothing in particular to cry about, but there's everything in general to cry about.

For several years, I've trained my skill to cry silently, but I'm still not proficient in it. It may take a while longer before I can actually cry silently.

I just feel sad.

In the span between emotions, the sadness settles down and coils around my heart, suffocating me. A gathering of resentment.

I also just feel exhausted. I'm exhausted of being sad.

How do the adults do it? They must be doing it. It's killing me slowly.

I don't think there are any adults that don't feel sad.

Am I an adult?

Haha..

Growing up is painful.