Lonely encounters loneliness at three in the morning

Some people say that in fact every life is lonely, and my loneliness is a mirror, can't talk, but has all my expressions, blooming in the dark night alone.

I remember that when I first came to Singapore to study, I was only 13 years old. I don’t know anything about this strange city, but with my natural curiosity, I came here alone and started my own road to study abroad. At that time, I was full of all the beautiful imaginations of the city of Singapore, as if I saw the blue sky that belongs to me. When my feet are actually stepping on this land, there is a hint of excitement and excitement in my heart - finally I can fly freely like a bird.

However, it didn't take long for the enthusiasm at the beginning of the school to gradually recede, and the pressure on one's life to face trivial matters increased day by day. The heavy work of the day was already overwhelming, and it was the first time that I went out, my parents and relatives. Not around, I had to start work and study, just to learn to be independent as soon as possible and learn to take care of my life.

Every morning, I am no different from other students. I am in the same school, in the same class, and listening to the same teacher. In the afternoon, I started to engage in some practical activities, and I can also earn some pocket money. My first job was to be a salesman at an insurance company. The experience of more than three months has brought a huge change to my life. Young girls slowly become more and more eloquent from an introverted, shy and less talkative girl. Life is like a shuttle between the school and the store, but whenever the night comes, the huge and strong sense of loneliness always swallows me. A person lying in bed, the night is so quiet that people feel an inexplicable fear, remembering the helplessness and unresolved loneliness of being in a foreign country, always keeps me from sleeping for a long time. In desperation, I can only use coffee to kill the loneliness of the dark night, and gradually become accustomed to telling the inner anxiety and anxiety. I told myself that I can't cry, I can't be defeated by these invisible pressures. Closing my eyes, I began to think about my life: "Who am I? Where is my future? What do I want?"

At three o'clock in the morning between every night and white, my answer gradually became clear in my sleep.