Loneliness Life Experience...

For a few days I was looking for a experiment to see if the friends I think of myself do not inquire whether they take the investigation. I did not take any. All are busy with my own life. Actually, I can not tell him, maybe he does not think I'm friend, or maybe when I can cook Chinese at the hotel, I am their friend. Feeling very lonely. Feeling lonely. At the end of my father's life, I could have shared two words of happiness and sadness with my father. Now he is not the man. The relatives of the relatives of the phone actually just flakesload themselves behind the phone, nothing more. And sometimes I feel like talking with some hayena. In fact, the mind became very bad today, and I was crying and weeping. It looks very helpless to yourself. I do not regret the angle in my mind that every colleague in my office feels smiling, and how I can show a smiling smile on Bukretta sorrow. I can show great happiness in the sea. Afterwards, go back to the toilet and cry silently. I do not know why men are so much water from my eyes. It seems that when there is a lonely loneliness in the heart. I said before that my so-called friends loved me so much that they did not provide shelter to anyone in Dhaka. Lastly, I came to the shelter of a bathroom, in the same panorama, in front of a jaderal woman with her two children. Looking for a room for a long time is good, in four or five thousand, but not getting the house, the villagers do not want to give good room to the bachelors, just want to have the room equal to the toilet or the ruined kitchen. So I stayed in the small room in the closet. Today, the more mood is hot, the little girl of the Jadrale woman has just been sitting in the closet of my room, I think this is the closet. And that lady has taken her, she has no name for cleaning the closet. What do i do People of a civilized society did not know such a man could think of animals. The mood is too hot, the mind is also bad I decided to make a decision, not here. But where to go? Where will I stay? Today is the 10th of the month, and I'm not getting a room like my mind. What to do But why are you writing these blogs? I do not really love or love anyone who shares my mind with all sorrow, and when I write to Facebook, if you see the colleagues, then I will write a little bit of the blog. I feel lonely and destitute myself.