How long have you been in love? – What?
The sisters listened to my advice that people in the net were all ghosts. I’ve been in love with my subject for three years, starting with the soul, finally being worthy, dying of human nature.
After we ran into it, he took a picture of me and put it on the Internet, put me on 818 and set me on fire.
The 520th anniversary of cyberlove and my boyfriend’s quarrel broke because it was just an anonymous stick-in-the-breath hole 818: “Don’t get ugly out of the net, JK, I beg you to look in the mirror?” I’m sorry.
The town map is a camera.
I only looked at it and lost my head, and all that was going on was cold.
Here’s the figure: girls in blue and white, JK stockings, short-haired, yellow-skinned thighs, like a sticky winter melon.
“Kneel on your knees and beg for an unseen eye.” I’m sorry.
I couldn’t control my shivering hands, I kept brushing the screen until the latest response, and my friends were yelling at whose Loyang shovel it was two years ago.
With the sound of water in the bathroom, I just completed a full post and read the curse and regret of the owner.
“How can a fool like that come out in human skin?”
“Help me now, I’m going to hear the king’s voice.
“The video before the show? Next time, I’ll be stupid. I thought everyone knew that toads couldn’t eat swans.
“She still has the face to ask me why I’m cold to her and what’s wrong with her?” It’s like a new life.
I don’t know.
There’s a dresser on the hotel table, and I’m pale as a ghost, and I’m wearing a mist to wipe my hair.
And Gilon didn’t know what I found, but he was wearing a towel and smiling and cuddled at me: “Were you naked?” What are you looking at so seriously? I’m sorry.
I mechanically turned the screen towards him.
And in the bright light, he became hardened in his lips, and he was in a state of panic.
He’s the one who shared the link. He’s the one who grew up with it.
I lighted him up, and the noise of the geese broke the weird silence.
“Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!” I’d like a pair of eyes I haven’t seen, and the girl’s too dirty, because she’s still got the real thing. What’s wrong with the owner? It’s a good thing you’re a success with a girlfriend. I’m sorry.
He’s got a nasty little eye and can tell from a two-year-old picture that it’s a real one.
And the first of them to enter.
I’m in the middle of a hole, JK. I’m not dressed like this because I like it.
But I’m more certain than any expert, and the JK in the chart that hasn’t been rewritten yet is the original.
I also understand how design details are attractive, and I know how carefully the 818 girl was chosen, even remembering how she was dressed a few hours before she left, and how excited the night before she ran to sleep.
– Because it’s me.
That’s me two fucking years ago, fat and dirt.
I swallowed an ice-crazy sound when I was on a 25-degree air conditioner: “Kiron, you whispered melon, you ate it at 520 Day.” I’m sorry.
Today is not only our 520-day anniversary, but our first night together.
“…and I thank you for your gift, Kiran. You’re very capable. I’m sorry.
I leaned on the sofa, and I couldn’t see for a while what was happening to him for three years.
Kiran’s mouth moved, like to say something.
What’s he trying to say?
Saying that when he was at the beginning of the day, he turned away from false, and that the evil words in the post were made up,
Or is it not intentional that he and he were naive?
I’ve never been so calm enough to know whether to hit him with a cell phone or to break his head.
I stood up and took the keys and bag on the table and left.
Qilan was busy with his cell phone and his shoulder was slid to the bottom of his foot, tripping one step forward.
He’s got a blood wound on his forehead, and he’s holding my arm: “Hey, listen to me! I’m sorry.
“Let go, you’re hurting me. I suck my nose and laugh at it: “I know today why you did that to me when it came to me. I’m sorry.
“I’m good at your heart, I’m good at your eyes. Then why did you change? Because I lost weight. I’m sorry.
The more I said it, the more I felt sick, the more I broke his arm and saw the blood on his forehead spilling over his eyes, and suddenly I felt that this was not the case.
He knows I don’t play games, so he wouldn’t even take a picture of me a few years ago.
“How can you continue with me? I’m sorry.
“Does it sound so mean that I thought you liked me instead of a face? You’re a ghost, aren’t you?
Giron was holding on to the towel, and his back was swollen.
It seems that he has something to justify, and in this case he cannot be justified.
Gi Long Yong begged me not to go, calm down.
I’ve never felt so calm before.
The hotel’s lanterns were extinguished, and I pulled out the magnetic card, opened the door, and rose up despite his plea.
I’m too familiar with this guy, Kiran, even though we’re in love.
He has been the target of girls since he was a child, and he has become a target for neglected same-sex competitors. He has long been the face of good people and has not tolerated any humiliation in front of others.
So even after I left the hotel, he called me madly, one by one, misreading it, and refused to hold me at the moment I opened the door.
I’m afraid he’ll be ashamed to argue on the hotel porch.
I took a deep breath and drove alone, wandering around the city without a destination, thinking about it.
I met Giron when I was 18 when I played online.
The young girl’s springing heart is uninvolved.
But the stories of princes falling in love with Cinderella are all lies.
Cyberloathing reaps sweetness and beauty only happens to two people who are already in real life.
How can online love have a good outcome if it’s someone who can’t be seen at first sight?
It is only because of the web filter’s fragmentation that there is a stronger sense of deviation.
The one who can’t leave behind is humbled into the mud, and is thirsty every day: all the company and love on the Internet are true, and as long as two people are together, there’s always a chance to be the one they like.
And I did so when I was not present, but Kiran did not hesitate to tell me: “He does not care if I look good, and he loves my soul.”
Just like a good leather bag, one of the funny souls.
So when he was disappointed in my appearance and didn’t break up with me, I thought I jumped out of the law of light, and I thought my soul, Muse, was just as insinuated from my funny soul.
I thought he showed “um-hmm-oh,” “h-oh-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h-oh,” “h” and “h-oh,” “h-oh.”
I really thought he had expectations and futures for me.
I told myself that the hearts of men are beautiful.
Just as on the day of today, a young man in the morning sun, clean and bright as a white cloud, with a bouquet of roses and politely with other girls, looking for me and looking in my eyes —
When I was 18, I was filled with the tummy of orange soda delivered to him at first sight, and the romance of walking roses by the river of sunset.
The heart is moving and beautiful.
So I licked for six months, learned to dress, and went to the hospital three or four times just to lose weight.
Finally, most of the years ago, I became the “magic” of another population, and when I saw Kirang again, his eyes were full of lies.
It is seen as a treasure and as a feeling of mustard.
When I thought that everything was going well and that our future was bright and wide, this post, published two years ago, gave me a bowl of cold water.
I would have never even seen this post, hopefully it was just a nightmare.
By the time I wake up, my teenager will be as sweet as I’ve just known on the Internet, rather than stripping me of the skin and suddenly showing the opposite of the appearance, stabbing me in the softest place in my heart.
Cell phone.
I pulled the car over, stood by the river, pulled out a lady’s cigarette, lit a sip, and looked at the river in the open.
The light of light-mint smoke spreads, the light of fire is red, and the light with the weak starter is beating in the dark.
Kiran sent many long passages, saying that he was young and insensitive and that he followed the tide when a lot of people threw themselves in love.
He said he really forgot the post because he was with me.
He says he really likes me now, what he’s been doing to me for six months, okay?
He said he was a man who made a mistake and begged me to give him another chance, and he would do me a double to make up for it, and I could hit him any way I wanted.
I don’t know.
I fell down my eyes, hung my finger on the black key a little bit, and ended up just pressing the power button and putting it out.
It was true that some people had turned their attitudes in such a way that the innumerable denigrations and obscenities had been downplayed.
It turns out that as long as the knife is not attached to his own heart, there are ways to “remediate” the harm done.
It’s probably the time when I was called a toad, and it’s only when I tried so hard to impress Kiran that I know him so well that I can calm myself down after this big fight.
And We extinguished most of the remaining smoke, and threw it far away into the garbage, and drew a white arc in the air.
I didn’t delete it, I didn’t say anything about it, I just didn’t talk about it.
No calls, no replies.
It is often said that the wind does not turn, not that it does not arrive.
Kiran may have dreamed that one day I would use cold violence against him.
Just like he used to.
But we just made up.
When he came under my dorm with a bouquet of roses.
I didn’t think that Qilong would come down the hall and jam me.
Giron was tall, taller than me, and I was barely 6 feet in high heels, enough for his upper arm.
He had one foot eight and a half, a pair of long-legged pens, and a straight back of his back, as loosely as it was.
Long necks, thin, short hairs, smooth face lines, tall noses, laughter lips.
In the summer, boys wearing short-sleeved white shirts unwittingly followed by two collars, while the larynx was slightly rolled.
Such a boy could easily bring back to the summer when he was 18.
Only he was colored in the hot and dry course, like a bottle of white fog-sprayed ice-cooled orange soda, decorating a boring day.
Just a glance and a single word will fall into his eyes and smile.
It’s the most moving look I’ve ever had.
But now I’m looking back and suddenly I think of this man, that’s all.
Not salty.
My love and my thoughts would be the same if another man were to impress my youth.
There’s no difference.
I don’t know what I’m feeling.
It is a little subtle and inexplicable, except for the fluctuations that should have occurred when there was no peace.
I used to dig my heart out to Kiran, and in my memo, I looked like a clown with a cute face and looked at things.
Just to look at me, I’m afraid he’ll never hear from me again.
This self-directed ambivalence of sourness cannot be understood by a person who has not ever felt it.
Attitudes are low in the mud and self-esteem is broken.
Now, however, I do not need to ask, humblely, that for a few days, he pursues the school.
He’s more than he wants. He’s the first to lower his head.
Having realized that, I am surprised that I can’t remember what happened.
It’s like love fades overnight and nothing tastes.
It is not good enough for Qilang to lay down his most important face in front of those who come and come from the dormitory building, licking a dog on one knee and hoisting a rose.
I looked down at him, and listened to his mistakes and his promises, and the fragments of three years of love, day and night, were flashed through his head and turned into a soft “um.”
I promised him I’d make things right, and there was light in his eyes, and he said:
“I like you so much. I’m sorry.
“I didn’t forgive you,” I picked up the rose, “Look at you.” I’m sorry.
Giron looks so happy and wants to hold me.
I stepped back unconsciously, and then held the rose over my chest, and blocked his movement without trace.
I can clearly feel something missing.
These roses fill up their grievances.
Whatever Kiran says, it’s not enough.
I don’t know if I’m going to be defined as a slag — I promised Qilang to make peace, not for the sake of two people being together.
My senses and feelings are cut apart, and I can’t even find an adjective that accurately describes the mind that I am distorting now.
It’s too late.
Just remember the post that made me feel like I hated the person I was looking at, the purified teenager, and the greasy.
But I don’t want to let him go like that, so that I can easily fall into someone else’s arms with the cactus of my flesh.
As a consequence, as long as I get a little upset, it will be difficult for me to control my emotions, to say nothing, to be afraid that Kiran will not return my information or disappear.
It’s like we switched the six-month-old toad licking dog.
The more careful it was, the more I tried to do it.
He was far less important than when he met at the beginning of the year.
Even if he talks sweetly to me, even if he does everything romantic between lovers.
A bouquet of roses a week, a small handmade gift for the festival, a diaries of lovespace.
He’s willing to skip the club and leave his buddy waiting to play basketball, just to turn me into the centre of his social circle, he’s willing to cross half the city, just to give me red sugar from the stew, and he’s willing to save himself a diet, just to give me a couple’s limit AJ.
He must have loved me because he couldn’t hide his eyes.
But I had dinner with my roommate and I never called him again, and the red sugar from the cup was left on the cold side by hand.
And Kiran asked me why I did not wear his shoes, and I replied, aloud,
“I’d rather wear high heels now, to look higher, to get out of the Hinducks’ height. I’m sorry.
He’s been holding on to his face, and he’s blue and white.
What did he feel?
When I first introduced him to his roommate for the first time in half a month, he was in the mood of emo’s little, sweet, loose, and stood me up, and I was embarrassed to wait until the food was cold.
I gave him a seven or eight double AJ zero for tens of thousands of dollars, and when asked by his good pals, he said that he was with him for money and that no rich girlfriend liked him.
I don’t know.
I know I’m wrong.
Maybe it was a long time ago.
In love, when a person starts to have an anomaly of speech and mind, he or she is already feeling powerless, or he or she is exhausted.
I enjoyed that distortion strangely, but it was inevitable that it was getting colder and colder.
Giron always asks me if I don’t like him.
I said…
Don’t be so sensitive.
We’ve only been together for a month.
He is the one who desires to speak and to stop.
It seems to have known each other, and even the words of strangulation remain intact.
I am the one who should be sensitive and vulnerable.
To be honest, to see those who used to falsify themselves is extremely humble and pleasant.
I feel like I’m a traitor, not a good man.
Otherwise, I would not have come to this strange city for Qilong’s sake, thousands of miles from home, without relatives.
Besides, my university is in the East Side, and Kiran and he’s in the West Side.
Me and Giron can be said to have a lot of time together and not to spend the night together.
The anniversary was the first of its kind and resulted in the destruction of a good end, and Qiran had no more face to talk about living together.
Now, how did this relationship survive?
What am I drawing?
Did he ever turn his back on me and leave me alone in a strange city, to be small and to have no sense of proportionality?
Or is there something wrong with him?
The more I think, the colder I feel.
It’s like a thick coat of armor, and it’s all soft.
It’s Gilon.
I looked down and Giron asked me, “Do you have a minute today? I’m sorry.
Following a lovely face bag that had not been seen, it was withdrawn and replaced with a face bag that he had often sent to me before, which seemed deliberate.
It’s said that when your boyfriend suddenly gets a lot of cute faces you’re not familiar with, it must have been stolen while talking to others, probably girls.
I almost know who will be involved with the next thing Kiran will say.
It didn’t work out.
My friend who sat across the street ordered tea first.
Why don’t you come back?
“I stare at my phone 24 hours a day?” It’s only been five minutes since you sent the message. I looked at the moment, and the feeling of impatience came up: “Tell me, I’m busy.” I’m sorry.
Giron was obviously choked and his breath was a few points heavy, and I overheard a woman on the phone.
“Are you free at night? And he took a breath and asked: “But if we had not been together for a long time, that was the last time.”
“She also heard about the fight between the two of us, and she felt very embarrassed and caused us trouble. She’s trying to pay you off.
The phone seems to have been stolen before the end of the story. It’s been a long time. Shall we have dinner tonight? A new red shop has been opened in the West Side.
I took my phone a little further away, and I couldn’t bear it.
“Well, I have friends from West Side today. I’ll buy her dinner. You two eat. I’m sorry.
I’m gonna cut off the phone and laugh until I can say anything.
What’s wrong?
What’s wrong with her?
Isn’t she “intentional”?
We’ve got a reservation.
A word I can’t learn, and it’s all about people’s hearts and minds.
“A man like her can’t be touched. “The girl who was sitting across the street suddenly opened her mouth and broke my mind.
She threw down the menu and laughed at me: “I’m asking you today.” I’m sorry.
“You look better in person than a photo. It’s an honor to have a beautiful woman eat. I’m sorry.
I took a sip of coffee and laughed at her.
For the first time in more than half a month, I am truly smiling.
I thought I’d find myself in peace, and I didn’t have to be caught, to find me.
But I clearly underestimated her attachment to Kiran.
I don’t really get it.
It’s so sweet and sweet that it also plays games, and it’s so great that you can go with Giron.
If she likes Kiran, she can strangle my feelings with him in the cradle, even in the short run, and better take advantage of it.
But she didn’t.
In the second half of our lives, Kiran took her sweet double rows instead of responding to my game requests.
Knowing that he had a girlfriend, he had no boundaries.
But it’s always been a delicate relationship between “buddy” and “small.”
I can’t understand.
That’s why it’s Gironfa.
Sometimes it’s hard for me not to doubt that paying Anne is like me.
That’s why I’m invited to dinner.
Kiran sent me another message, and he wants me to stop refusing to pay.
He said that last time he ate with Anne, he asked:
How could I not come? It’s not important to hire him.
I came back strangely.
I can almost imagine what Giron would have said: “Don’t be so grumpy. She’s just a zealous woman who thinks you’re her sister-in-law. I’m sorry.
I looked at the words “sister-in-law” for a while, gently, and straight back:
“Then you’re a good brother. I’m sorry.
Qilan’s response has been “the other side is entering…” for a long time.
It took me a long time to think that he was finally going to have a big fight with me and he made a long statement.
Surprisingly, Kiran may realize that he has not ordered me now, so he speaks very well.
In general, it means to stress that he grew up with Fu Anen and that he would be embarrassed to do what I said, and I hope I can consider it for him.
Even for him.
I put my phone down and put it out without an expression.
For him to think about.
Has he thought about me before?
Even if I had been cold to him recently, he still didn’t know it, and thought that if I had just given me a few good words, I would have put it upside down, whether it was too much or not.
Does he think about my feelings now?
I pulled out the closet door, turned out the box and pulled out a set of clothes from the bottom.
Okay, I’ll “think about it” for him.
Giron’s waiting for me under the dorm. In his shoes, which I gave him, he was still a white shirt, grey leisure pants, and he stood there with his hands in his arms, attracting a lot of girls.
He was polite enough to refuse.
“Sigh…”
I was happy to see the surprise in his eyes, and it became a shock.
I was wearing that JK two years ago, beautiful.
It’s obvious that two laps of fatty clothes don’t fit unless you have a face.
I drew a full make-up before I left the house, and it was a long time ago, and even fake eyelashes were monolithic, type A and feathery.
I smiled and took Giron’s arm, and he threw me away.
It may be that there is some rigidity between the moods and the moods, and that gimmick walks ahead.
We’ve gone without a word.
I stepped on high heels with my feet down, and he walked faster.
Does he think I’m still a hyena?
In fact, the only response I can give is to laugh and be lazy.
It seems like I’ve stopped, and Kiran is back.
I can see that he was unhappy and patient, but asked me, “Why didn’t he leave?” I’m sorry.
“I can’t keep up,” I went on my ankles and kicked twice, “What’s the rush? I’m in a hurry to park outside the school. Can you still run to the subway? I’m sorry.
“You’ve been talking like that lately, and I know you’ve got it in you.” But you’re still wearing this dress today. What do you mean? I’m sorry.
I don’t care if I shrugged my shoulders, and I put my hands on it, “What’s the point?” It’s not enough to show you respect for the whole thing. I’m sorry.
“You have to find something to be embarrassed. I’m sorry.
It’s still good after he’s been so hard for the first time.
I looked at him and knew how arrogant I was.
“What, do you know or do I know it? Isn’t it human? She doesn’t think the town map looks familiar and she’s given it to you on her anniversary. I’m sorry.
It’s probably Anne’s influence, and Kiran likes JK, which I knew when I wasn’t running.
The J.K. was still recommended to Kiran, who told me he wanted to see what I was wearing on the day of the meeting.
How ridiculous.
I’m not sure what I’m talking about.
He did not think it would be a problem to invite me to dinner under the pretext of “involvedly affecting your anniversary”.
It’s impossible for Giran to know.
It’s like you’re missing a string.
He’s staring at him, and he’s saying, “Why don’t you go mad at innocent people because I sent that post? But she’s my sister. How can there be so many convoluted thoughts? I’m sorry.
“Yes, of course not. After all, a twenty-one-year-old sister, you take good care of her. What’s wrong with me wearing this suit? Two years ago I liked this dress. Now I look better. You don’t like it? Or are you afraid your sister will think too much? I’m sorry.
And I looked into his eyes and said, without fear: “How can I, if I am simple, be unclean and smitten? I’m sorry.
Giron and I looked at each other for a couple of seconds, and suddenly it was like a plum ball that just blew out and turned its head on the other side.
I once said I knew him well.
I’m sure he’s not too tired to defend himself. He’s only aware that the whole thing has gone unchallenged and he can’t face it.
So he had to shift the tension and put the problem on me, trying to make me think I was so bad that he was disappointed.
“What happened to you? I’m sorry.
Unfortunately, such a move would be effective only for those who cared about him, and would always only sting the closest.
Nasty and disgusting.
I smiled, and I stood still, and the sun was weird.
“What has become?” I’m still thin, but you’re the only one who’s always the same, saying you can say you can say a small word and you can block me with 10 sentences. I should also like to thank you for not telling me, like before, that I’m so paranoid about relationships. I’m sorry.
I turned on my phone for a second, and I didn’t give him a chance to talk, “Stop talking, it’s 6:00. I’m sorry.
“If you don’t like me, go on your own. Your “brothers” are very emotional. I’m sorry.
I bit my brother and sister very hard, and no matter what Giron’s reaction, straight to the parking lot.
And when he sat in the pantry, the face of Giron was still green.
To be precise, he didn’t look any better until after the meal.
He tried to talk a few times, either by me or by Enronka.
It’s a hot pot that doesn’t have any special features. It doesn’t taste good or bad, except for the smell of green tea.
You’re wearing a jk, and you’re wearing a pair of ponytails, and you’re looking at it, and it’s so cute and sweet.
She said, Sister Yu, did you fight on your way here? Don’t be angry with Kiran. He’s a dog. Sometimes he doesn’t talk to his brain.
After receiving my affirmative answer that “no fight is a couple’s play,” she smiled and changed the subject by accident.
It’s safe to say that she forgot that it was our 520 anniversary and that she didn’t mean to disturb us.
I was just throwing all the things that Giron liked into the hot pot.
I was going to say what I was going to say, and I was going to stop you when I saw this move.
I’ve got a chopstick of pepper and red oil for Gi-Rang: “Giraon and I always eat hot pots because I like hot, and we don’t order hot pots, and we always order all hot pots. I’m sorry.
I said it and I thought it was funny.
In the words of the court, I’ll explain.
It’s like you’re a real girlfriend.
It took her half a day for her to swallow, and it was not until the atmosphere was close that the stitches came out: “Face, I’ve just seen the funny 818 give it to my brothers. I’m sure I won’t make mistakes again. Dog! What are you doing cold-faced? I’m sorry.
“Sometimes I’m so jealous of the dog, she’s so beautiful and rich, you must cherish her love. I’m sorry.
With your cheeks on, your eyes shine.
…maybe I don’t know much about boys’ definitions of cuteness and simplicity.
Maybe the boy saw protection, and I saw the mindless.
I put the saucer down without laughing, and I went back to her.
“The last time was the last time, it’s all over the table. Don’t worry, I never doubted you. Thank you. I’m sorry.
To be honest, it is sometimes not done, nor can it hide all the emotions.
At least in the eyes of my crushing filters, she showed the disgusting look that she ate the dead flies.
I’m a little high on her.
I haven’t heard about her in a long time since I had eaten with Fulgen, and he kept his mouth shut about my seemingly careless greetings.
And for that reason, I guess I know that, after all, when I came back to my dorm today, my roommate pulled me in mysteriously.
Fulgen was taken.
At their university forum, a post called “The 818 Stinky-faced Man Who Loves to Enjoy her Good Boyfriend in the Walls” rose up overnight and blew up the S-City college circle.
Although the headpieces were heavily coded, a great deal of information was revealed between the main words of the building, and a large number of conversations with specific time and exact location recorded the death of the victim.
Some of the enthusiastic netizens are like this: when they find a giant gourmet, they are more capable of fighting than the Lord.
So someone touched the melon, and touched it on her.
A beautiful woman always brings her own topic, and when she’s taken out of her life, many of her seniors have taken away their statements at short notice.
Because it’s really too much.
The owner of the building complained of blood-sobbing, and she used to treat a man’s wife as her best friend and to play with her from the very beginning.
The owner’s family is rich and generous, and many of the restrictions he sees when he has no means of living, or the JK that comes back, are paid for by the owner.
As a result, the owner of the building had a hard time looking at a senior student who wanted to fall in love with a sweet college campus, and had not waited for months to get warm, and “good girl” was wearing the clothes she bought and meeting the owner’s boyfriend in Rio in the woods.
The owner of the building dumped a stack of chats, words, and the words of a good friend in the screenshot went beyond shameless.
It was possible to continue to insinuate that the owner of the building had seen a certain set of clothes, the same as the owner, and wanted to wear the best friend’s money.
He thought the owner had not found out, but he was able to stand up, gathered all the evidence and kicked his boyfriend and prepared for 818 to send the prick on his back.
According to the owner of the building, there was a young man, a man, who was still calling his brother in the middle of the night with a little girlfriend, a sweet double-trip, sweet and sweet.
“Housemate A” said it was a very angry shot at the table, while roommate B coughed twice.
I’m not answering.
The atmosphere is calm.
“Hey, your boyfriend, he’s got a small, like he was doing a little game for you.” I’m sorry.
I softly wooed, I didn’t react too much to what she said, but I smiled at her heart.
“…who says no?”
With the end of my final exam, my second year of the year ended with a happy ending.
I didn’t think about going abroad because of Kiran, but now I changed my mind.
After a few discussions with my family, I finalized a plan to study abroad for gold.
These days should be the last time I’m in Stown.
Giron was the last one to know I was ready to leave town because I never told him.
He was also aware of the movement of the sluices in my friends’ circles — the dormitory had to be sealed after the school exam, and he could not live without calling for a stay.
I’ve got things to do in S.C.: I promised a friend from West Side, the last one at the cafe.
She hasn’t finished her school yet. I have a few days to wait.
She’s at the same university, the same specialty and probably not finished.
Nor was it known how Fulgen had adjusted his mind after such events and participated in the end of the period without prejudice.
I’m guessing she’s had a tough couple of days, and she’s certainly looking for consolation from Kiran.
Otherwise, Giron wouldn’t be so depressed to contact me, only sooner or later.
How strong and sincere his good sister is.
I can’t say anything anymore. I can’t even look at it.
Because there’s nothing to do after the final exam, I’ve recently returned to the king’s glory.
I’m not surprised to start this game with Giron again, but I’m sorry. There’s so many more people than Giron.
Like when I was sent home to study abroad after junior high.
Who doesn’t have a little friend, no “good brother”?
A delay under the frame of a foreign delay is also a flight of 6.
Once again, I found the new energy of playing this game, and I hit the king two days in a row.
When Giron knocked on the door of the hotel where I was staying, I was happy to be killed in the King’s Canyon.
He stood at the door long enough to remember to open the door until I had finished playing.
Qirang saw me in two rows, another man in the king’s glorious playroom, clearly a man of the mind.
I went up and down and looked at him. I’m sorry.
I don’t think Giron’s here to catch me playing games.
He’s holding a bouquet of roses, as usual.
And as I knew him, he knew that he had left me alone these days, and I didn’t even talk to him, so he slapped him on a sweet date.
After all, who doesn’t care what happens to their girlfriend?
Unfortunately, I’m not going to tell him I’m abroad next semester.
Because he seems to have completely forgotten what he came here for.
“Who is this?”
Look at him like I’m getting caught in bed.
He used to be so sweet and sweet, but he didn’t have any problems and was so straight.
“You’re crazy.” My new apple, 13 pm, fell on the floor and you can afford it? I’m sorry.
The door was open, and my voice was clear in the hall.
Kiran’s face is even worse.
I laughed, “Come on, look at your death. Don’t sit around the door or come in or roll.” I’m sorry.
Say something and get out of here. I’m sorry.
I sat on the couch, stomped my legs and lit a cigarette from my cell phone.
It can be seen that the moods of Kiran have changed considerably, from the initial anger to a moment of shock.
— He can’t understand that, although last time the hot pot broke apart, I didn’t suffer, and I didn’t tell him that I was angry as much as I had.
Why today, when he came to me, I changed without any sign of a man, worse than a stranger.
I’m ashamed, despised, impatient.
Same as he did to me.
Even if he saw me playing with a man in double row.
It was only after a while that it became clear that I was in the dark today, not that he came to me with roses.
He’s got a curvature on his forehead, and he’s gonna put the roses on the floor the next second. You can do whatever you want with me. You’re trying to get me a double platoon like this. Don’t you think you’re messing with yourself too? I’m sorry.
“Don’t you think it’s disgusting? And he put a neck around him: “I apologize for what happened, and I know that I did something wrong before, so do you do it? Do you care about me?”
The roses falling in the bells rotated in two circles on the ground, ploughing the flowers of water, and fell in a colossal state.
I smoked a cigarette, threw up a cigarette ring with skill, waved my hand and sprayed a cigarette on him.
In the smoke, his face became blurred.
I said…
“He was my brother growing up together. I’m sorry.
“We’re clean, we’re clean, we have nothing, we play games. I’m sorry.
“Do I care about you? Are you kidding me? I’m sorry.
“Kiron, how do you compare with him? Let’s break up. I’m sorry.
The smoke spreads and shows the face of the moment.
I’ve never forgotten the harm that Giron did to me.
I have not forgotten, and I have never reconciled with myself.
Now, I finally returned those words to him.
I watched the incredible and wounded look on his face, and the anger that had just come to an end.
“She’s my sister. What if we had something else to do with you?” I’m sorry.
– “I just missed the meal. What do you want to eat with your roommate? Doesn’t your roommate feel weird? I’m sorry.
– “Don’t be so sensitive. I’m so impressed. You’re not gonna break up. What do you think?”
I don’t know.
I’ve wiped out the smoke, and the smoky mint has been sober enough.
The roses on the ground were shattering, and the cut petals were still radiant.
The man who looks at the flowers, whose heart has long gone, has taken away the thorns of the roses.
Come for blood, for teeth.
Kiran is standing in place as if he had been held tight.
In this time of time, all my grotesque and indifferent attitudes have been put together and today he has completely crushed his last line of defence.
He didn’t even have time to think calmly, did he not respond positively to my break-up, and probably thought I was making a scene, as a hostage.
“You’ve never been like this before. I really fucking want you back two years. I beg you, don’t torture me! I’m sorry.
Qilan collapsed and his hands were tightened, his chest rose and fell, and his eyes were full of wounds.
I didn’t think he’d crash like this, so fragile and vulnerable.
After all, what I said was less than one in 10,000.
It took me six months to squeeze myself into what he liked.
And now he wants me to be what I used to be, because I was real to him.
He thought we were going in both directions.
It’s greedy and insolent, childish and ridiculous.
So ordinary, yet so confident.
I asked him, “Are you referring to appearances?” I’m sorry.
And I could hear the sound of a groan in his chest, as heavy as a windbox.
“Can’t we just do this right now? Let the past pass, okay? I’m sorry.
Let it go?
He said that many times in the meantime.
I’m just gonna be sicker.
Did you know him online three years ago, two years ago, and he’s on the air, and now, two souls?
It’s not.
I think I know now why Qilong was able to complain about that post and still pretend to enjoy what I did to him.
He never thought of that fat, dirty sound as his girlfriend.
It’s a joke to throw your heart on the ground because you don’t care, you don’t fear each other to leave.
If you don’t stick a knife on yourself, who’ll feel it?
The one who’s hurt the most, the one who’s always cared for the most, the one who’s always loved more.
But now this man is not me anymore.
When the prince’s princess in the back of the fairy tale finally took his place in a position of reciprocity, the prince’s eyes were filled with enchantment and affection, almost forgetting that these wonderful things were woven lies that were written to deceive the little princesses who were also self-respecting.
Roots are still sorely cruel.
The princess took off the filter and finally saw that the prince actually had a big pox on his forehead.
It’s not like the princess likes it.
Nobody’s gonna stay where they are. One year, two years, and three years later, two years of lonely waiting have long left an indelible gap.
Love is a two-way street, and it is a two-way road. One side’s movement and progress will eventually wake up one day.
Looking back after awake is not necessarily a feeling of youth and is more likely to hate their own fools.
I’ve been dissecting myself since I found the post, and I’ve been decorating myself to the end.
I found out I was just upset, that’s all.
I have not yet seen him as a man, nor have I broken his heart to my soul.
Now do it.
It’s just really, really boring.
I’m tired.
“No good. I’m sorry.
“It doesn’t matter to you, it hurts me the most. But look, you still think it doesn’t matter. I’m the one who’s making this up. You’re more like running away than regretting. I’m sorry.
“…you’re always like this, childish, impulsive, and you always think that others can accept you unconditionally until you grow up. But why? Why? I’m sorry.
Why do I have to be the one who has torn my dreams apart? He thinks I love him.
I looked him in the eye, “Let’s break up.” I’m sorry.
“I will spare you and myself.” I’m sorry.
I’m done with Kiran. It’s not gonna happen again.
Strong and resolute.
I have learned long ago not to have any hope for him.
But at this point, I’m still disappointed.
Disappointing him is not mature enough to regret it, to understand that there may not be another voice in his life, and that he is only young enough to have loved him without regard to his conditions and interests.
What’s he got to be angry about?
He Pua, I wasn’t like him when I was hysterical, not decent.
I turned Pua when he couldn’t accept it.
People are weird.
And We went down to pick up the roses that had fallen on the earth, and put them back in their bellies, and returned them to him.
I didn’t respond to what he said when I broke up.
I just picked up the phone peacefully in his uncontrollable scolding.
Starting with the dissolution of the couple’s relationship in the game, I’m the one that keeps our chat records, and the qq couple’s space-drink, love, signature, photo.
Everything from online love to reality, I erased in his face.
I never looked at him again, never said a word to him.
I’ve deleted it.
It was as if he had been strangled, he had had a hard breath, his lips were murmured, and his inflow and outbursts became difficult.
It was also like a drowning man who suddenly found himself throwing away the last piece of plank.
He watched our past being torn to pieces, and even the traces were slit.
Jomo’s just hysteric. His voice is dumb. He can’t even pronounce a full syllable.
He was shaking and trying to capture the virtual data, and he just jumped empty.
The holding of the hand, nothing, nothing.
I think he’s finally lost his confidence.
He realized that I was serious.
My apathy and eccentricity these days are also serious and long overdue.
The sonic, who loved him as humble as dust, was strangled with his own hands.
When he sent the post, and when he was cold and violent countless times, the result was destined.
That’s all.
Giron knows how much I love these data, I know better.
When my phone was stolen two years ago, when I called Kiran on someone else’s phone, he was busy playing games with Anjan, hung up my phone impatiently and didn’t even ask me what happened when he cried.
I was just running with him, and I came to this city for six months, and I was not familiar, alone, and I had no family.
I cried helplessly and waited all day for news.
When the ugly fat man cried with a tear, with a missing phone full of memories…
It’s true, it’s true.
I don’t know.
It’s over.
Up until the end, when I turned around and left with the suitcase that had been left unmoved in the hotel room, I didn’t tell him when I met him last:
The ugly fat guy is actually 19 years old, and she’s just a little girl in a strange city.
Even with the passage of time, she had what she wanted and the regret that no one had given her a hug.
So a lot of missing things is missing, late, long ago.
As I wrote back in 2020, on September 5th, the little sign on the sticker…
“And then I finally knew.”
“It’s not my flower.”
I broke up with Giron a few days ago and my friends from West Side finished their exams.
I heard she poured me a glass of wine after I broke up.
“Happy breakup. I’m sorry.
The girl who sat across the street called Chen Dang, the owner of the house who had died for Enron and, more importantly, the former friend of her husband.
I laughed at her drink.
She said, “The stupid man, he won’t know now. Losing you is the biggest loss of his life. I’m sorry.
We’re standing in a glass, and we’re not talking about her ex-boyfriend, Kiran, and Gyan, but we’re just having a happy meal.
For the first time in two years in this city, I’ve had friends of a kind, with a common sense of purpose and with a similar family, but I’ve come to live in peace.
Destiny is wonderful and fair.
Time is always running fast, after a blinking summer break before school starts, and I’m on a plane abroad.
And with Chen’s dream.
We chose the same school abroad, and infrequently chose to stay away from the rotten.
I won’t be alone anymore.
Even after a delay abroad, he came to the airport to pick me up, to take me, the little fat guy who could eat from childhood, to eat all over England.
As for how late it was, I will not repeat it.
The sound he shouted was in the wind, “…the voice, this is the surprise you haven’t seen in 78 years.” I’m sorry.
The laughter of the magic of Mandream’s “Goose Goose” followed the way.
I think it’s hilarious.
It is not too late to start a new youth.
But not all people are entitled to let go of everything and to start a new life again, without any need for it.
You’re going crazy and you’re going to bomb my Facebook.
She said that you’re one of them. You’re one of them. I’m ruining your satisfaction? You’re not going to die because you’re fat and ugly.
I didn’t want to, but she said that Giron liked me.
I won’t let go of her.
All I said was, “Did I let you do those things with your head? You told Giron I did them. Do you believe him?” I’m sorry.
She broke up.
She knows that without proof, how could Kiran believe it? Moreover, Kiran did not speak for her at all during that time, but comforted her in private.
It is clear to all that it is not only a matter of caring about a certain difference.
Kiran is a man who only loves himself.
I was so tired of chasing me down a few streets, and I took her horn.
Until a week later, she suddenly stopped.
I don’t care to waste my time with a piece of garbage who’s lost his name in college circles.
But the peace has stopped, and Giron has begun again.
After two months abroad, my family member sent me a photograph:
Giron waits for me at the door of the dormitory, and he is more dreary than a dry rose, even though he is carrying a fresh rose.
Apart from that, I forgot to hack his payment account and sent one after another.
He’s sorry, as Chen said.
He is truly aware of his own mistakes and has made a clear distinction between peace and security.
He even took all my deliberate euphemisms to himself the previous few months.
Having carefully read his news, I was calm and delicate.
Not for anything else, just because…
Someone who used to be PUA, was totally under me.
People who are PUA can only keep their past memories in comparison and endure the feeling of emptyness.
Killing isn’t really funny.
It’s more painful than that.
I took Gilang’s money, my best friend, and I didn’t have any love.
All the connections between me and him are completely broken.
So he’ll never know that I haven’t declared the most secret.
The world will only show what it wants to see, and I will not spare it.
Kiran would never know, but I knew about his post six months ago, on September 5, 2020.
Giron will never know that I dug this post with a trumpet.
The link was shared with Qiran in Enron, and it was shared with Enron in the face of a sister who had not yet done so.
And in the end, I’m the one who put it up. Please send it to Enron.
I didn’t really want to get involved in the first place.
Although it makes me uncomfortable to keep quiet about what I say and what I do, in the end, it is Chilang who is confused.
If it were clear, it wouldn’t have happened.
I will also only target him with all that hate speech and cold violence.
But like I said back to Enron:
No one strangled her and forced her to do these things.
Why does she feel so innocent?
I gave her the choice.
She knew that day was the 520 anniversary of me and Chiron.
As she can see, the time when the post is issued, and the words of Kiran, the normal person knows to avoid it.
She’s having fun, and she’s trying to grab it and make me sick.
Didn’t she deserve it?
So I’m pretty good.
I’m just a chess player, and I’m in the hands of Kiran and Fulgen.
They walk on the worst path I have ever imagined, and I will only kill my heart, and I will not do a thing that will only make a child cry in the night into tears, and finally brainwash themselves to tell myself of a step back.
Why do they not know to step back and pity me?
So Chen and I died and gave her a taste of what she had planted.
So I turned PUA Kiran and made him feel guilty because I lost my weight.
Time is going to embellish memories and magnify the wrongs that you have done, called “regrets never treasured.”
I Pua, he let him think about me for a while after he broke up, left him a gap in his life, and that was my revenge.
What’s the point?
It’s only the last time I’ve been tired of my heart and I’ve been tormenting each other and breaking up.
Not enough to repay his vicious thoughts.
I don’t really regret this.
It’s what happens. It’s all a gift of fate.
What we’ve been through has become today’s “we,” and remembering the past can only keep people from moving forward.
It is a great deal to admit that no one has ever been foolish and is part of growth.
Even this process of understanding is fraught with thorns, with pain and self-doubt, and with tears, the path to strength and love.
So I do not regret, nor regret, that I have a better life after I have left Kiran and cut it all.
As for the story, let it stay here.
After a long time of washing, there is only one smile left.
– It’s just the years that don’t come back.
Extra: I have one more thing to do before I unload the sound.
I’ll open the sticker with skills, click on the home page, click on the draft box, and act like I did in countless insomnia nights.
“He gave me roses” editor for 2020-09-05, entitled “New semester starts, the relationship with the subject is getting better, so let’s take a look at the sweetness of our online love to reality.”
This post was not sent, and he was lying in a draft box cold enough to accompany me on the 5th of September 2000 with all the broken girls’ old dreams and hearts.
I watched it silently for a long time and then clicked to delete it, stuffed it in a garbage bin and posted the account number and wrote it off.
When this is done, I’ll post it off and most of it won’t be downloaded again.
It’s me and the youth, a farewell.
My understanding with Kiran was simple, and no one thought we would have come to this at first.
The first time I met online, I just graduated.
I had to take a hormonal for a year because I had a major disease in my senior year.
I’ve never had a three-digit weight, and I’ve gone all the way to a hundred and three.
1 metre 5-8, 130 pounds.
What is this concept?
I don’t know how to describe it in words.
Schoolmates in private high schools are children of wealthy families who are well educated and motivated, and of course they are used to being free and free.
I fell into the mud from a girl in a boy’s mouth, called a fat fuck.
I was isolated from my beautiful girls, and I was nicknamed and laughed at by young boys who were still incompetent.
What doesn’t matter is the self-esteem of a girl.
I consciously ran away from reality and spent most of my time online.
The king’s glory was so hot, I wasn’t so bad or too good.
The depression in the long-term reality has taught me how to spend money as if it were the first solution for the children of the rich.
Hit it with money.
The other friends I met online seem to have wasted a lot of money, but it’s just a week’s allowance.
I know this is wrong, but I can’t stop.
If I can’t get on my knees today, I’ll throw money at four people to play with, and I’ll be comfortable.
Giron was there, playing well, and the children of ordinary people made some money, saved their own money for shoes or went out to dinner with friends.
Perhaps out of real sensitivity and low self-esteem, I, like a lot of “net goddesses,” picked out a good-looking head image and typed my business card with so-called taste.
It was so childish, it was so emptied of the inside.
I’ve never taken a picture, I just occasionally send it in QQ space, and the friends on the Internet are playing with me, and they’re really sweet rich women.
Yes, I still have a voice with a royal voice.
All of this together, who would have thought that someone with such a voice was fat?
Giron is no exception.
At first, I didn’t have any other thoughts about Kiran, we were just a simple boss and a playmate.
Maybe that’s when I surfed, or that’s when Giron was fascinated by my voice, or that’s when I was out–
It was Giron who moved me first.
Gradually, the voice was so handsome, it caught me without accident.
I’m the one who’ll always be picked up, and there’s the second little blue Joe, and there’s someone who’s got the baby.
Even if I had money, Giron didn’t have the money. Even after we were together, he managed to return all the money I had spent with him.
He’ll buy me all kinds of small gifts he can. Even though he probably sent me a bear, I’d go back to a double aj of this, but I’d rather.
Because I’m not short of money, I’m sick and I’m fat, and no one is willing to take care of me, except for the parents and relatives and the lateness of my stay abroad.
So I believe in and am moved by Kiran — not that he is unwilling to give it to me, but that he has limited capacity.
Before we got here, he gave me a video of the browsy dance, and I was so scared I left my cell phone in my bed that I couldn’t touch it, I was afraid I’d get through.
I was lost in his tenderness and realized that I was so looking forward to and so afraid of meeting.
I’m afraid he hates me.
I was careful to insinuate a few times, and my clean boy told me…
It’s a good leather bag. It’s an interesting soul. He really doesn’t care what I look like. He must have the best look in his head.
He also said that he went out for a few days and saved his money and came to me.
He said he’d send me the most beautiful roses.
When I heard it, it was really moving, it was really moving, it was really trying to get him.
It did happen later.
The moths are on fire, and they are not aware.
I was too stupid to be protected by my family, and so easily moved by something that anyone could do.
It is true that children growing up in honey cans are vulnerable, especially when I’m suddenly sick, from heaven to hell.
After I was broken into my old life, there was a man who had not met me on the Internet, who gave his heart to me and took my business for his own.
Query me every night of my insomnia, in every detail of my tears.
It’s silly to say now, but I really felt that it was Giron who saved me.
Because he showed up, I became confident.
Because of his existence, I knew I had to study hard and not become obsessed with games.
We saw him as a light, but We knew not that there was a shadow behind it.
I just didn’t think that the shadow was too big, as a flood beast, and that three or two of them ate me clean and clean young men, spitting out the opposite truth.
– So his sweet words, in front of a face, were fake.
Give it out, you can blink without blinking.
I had a dream like a dog licking a toad.
When I did not know that post, I thought he was simply disappointed, unable to accept it at once, and that cold violence was understandable to forgive.
I did what I felt, a little better for him, a little better.
It was productive, and his apathy warmed up after I was mad at myself and licking him down.
He turned around.
I’ve enjoyed the sweet love of two days.
I was happy and thought I had the world.
It was really popular at the time, so I downloaded a non-playing sticker, and I started a small, childish and serious. He said he’d send me roses.
That’s the day I found Giron’s post.
It’s hot.
I’m the only one who’s been blindfolded and doesn’t know what I’m talking about.
It’s in the post. I can read it.
He didn’t say how much he liked me, and he didn’t say anything else, but simply described me as an incompetent, online, insinuation.
My feelings are licked in his eyes, and he says he doesn’t break up with me. He’s really afraid I’m in bad health. He’s in trouble.
He says I’ve been haunting him, how come I don’t know what I’m doing?
There are even more chilling images:
I sent him a long message. All he returned to me was, um, where I couldn’t see, in the screenshot, his dialogue was full of —
“Are you sick and ugly and leave me alone?”
“What are you so ugly about?
“Please let me go.”
Me, let go of him?
Then why didn’t he just leave me alone?
Is he really doing this for me?
I don’t know how he got so dirty and ugly on the one hand, with a bull’s horn on the other, and he thought he was laughing at me for free.
My heart is worthless.
I was also on the day of 2020.9.5, reminiscent of the cold and cold violence and verbal harm that Kiran had done to me at these times.
I didn’t forget anything.
From the two sweet double rows of Fulgen in Qq space, to every detail that I’ve forgotten to see, as yesterday, hurts my heart.
So I hated him so much for his cold-blooded violence and indifference, and so much for his rhetoric.
When I don’t care about my personality and self-esteem, I consciously suppress these hatreds and exalt myself.
But they don’t.
But I can’t help it.
I hate that he cannot taste every inch of my pain and embarrassment and the despair of my heart.
And in the weeping of day and night, I made ice with tears, and smoothed it down until it became more steady.
Giron is really getting better for me, but I don’t need it.
It took me three months to make Qilong be good to me, and I’m all over him.
I had the impression that this girl needed good words at the bottom of his heart, and then spent half a year with crazy money, completely changing his consumption level and his perception of consumption.
I made him think he deserved it because he was my boyfriend.
So he’ll have a girlfriend, but if I’m not as rich as I am, it’ll be a good comparison.
I’m going to leave a mark on every place in his life, and I’m going to leave him with an endless regret for the rest of his life, for missing my “good” and “no return” girlfriend.
When he is older, he starts to regret it, and he misses the simplest material class crossing.
And I will leave him with a needle hidden for the rest of his life, and I will stab him from time to time, the longest torture.
I did everything well until he completely changed his consumer perception, and I did it after a simple test he would choose between Enron and me with determination.
And We excavated it with Our own hands, and preferred to unearth the scars of its ulcer and to bring forth the rotten flesh.
I was going to spend a small sum of money on a housemate who paid for Enron to pretend that she had no intention of sharing the post with her.
But by chance, I know Chen Dang. I didn’t know then that I would be friends for the rest of my life.
All I felt was that it was a recompense, and that it was a sin, that it should not live.
But I gave her a chance.
She’s killing herself, and she’s just going to let the audience roll her hand for a while.
I’m a traitor in my bones and I never feel like a good man.
I hate to get back at this.
And when the load is unloaded, so shall my thoughts that float.
The aide-memoire reminds me of a late dinner.
When I was dressed, the car horns were dripping.
I looked out and smiled and said, “Here it comes! I’m sorry.
The new leaf swayed in the morning light, and the milk cooked by the roommate next door boiled.
It’s also a rare sunday in northern Europe, where the fog goes, and it’s full of water.
It’s a wonderful day to be happy.
It must be tomorrow. It’s beautiful, it’s full of hope.
— — extravagance —
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
