He’s got lovers on his phone, secrets, feelings.
I’m in love with my boyfriend. I’m a year old. Call him Y for now. And when we were together, I was a freshman, and he was a junior, and he jumped very, very high. I met at a party and started texting, and I believe he loved me very much. Because I overheard his friends saying he’d always liked the type I did. I’m one year older, but I’m small. And he’s very skinny, he doesn’t talk much, he’s cute, he always says he’s like a child. I get water for me every day, and he always takes care of my feelings, he takes it out of the rain when I’m sick, he doesn’t sleep with me at night, he likes it, and friends think we’re meant to be together.
But there was a girl who texted him every day before our relationship was formalized. I remember the first time I knew that we were in Kentucky, when he was eating a chestnut stick, the phone was ringing, it was a text message, and I didn’t ask who, and he told me that he was a girl of the same grade, who was haunting him every day and was texting him. The girl called later. He’s got a bad tone, and I don’t know what the girl said, but he’s pissed off about a girl who can’t have a little self-esteem, so let’s call her L. When I dated her, he often received a text message from L., and sometimes I saw that L wouldn’t talk to him normally, and always said a word. I remember seeing her send something like that saying that their professor looked like who she wanted to look like, saying that she wanted to eat grapes from Xinjiang, saying that Y wanted to hear me sing peach fan or something. The first time we met was when we had been dating for six months, when I and Y had dinner at the restaurant, and then I ran into L. To be honest, L was really not normal, she wasn’t pretty, she was low and dark, and he spoke very well. It looks darker in an ordinary sports dress, which is already black.
She came to us with a drink from the canteen and asked Y with her eyes on her. Then I turned around. As you may know, L is the third person among us, I’ve been with Y for six years, and for six years we’ve rarely had a particularly big contradiction, except for this L, which is like a mouse, who doesn’t know when she’ll come out, and who doesn’t text Y for six months at school, but suddenly the text call comes back. It didn’t work. One time, Y gave me the phone and told me to see what it was. She called me in the middle of the night, woke me up one by one, and I was afraid of disturbing the roommate, and she just hung up, and she texted me, saying you hated me, and I didn’t want you to sleep or anything like that, and I went back and fed her, and she hung up, and I called her and I always believed that Y, and he was doing everything for my sake, and he remembered that he’d be with me all the time, that I was sick, that I was going to study, that he would be with me in the library, that he would be up early and sleep with me in the library, and I didn’t eat cuisine and onions. He was not eating with me, he was watering me every day, and he was willing to stay in the city for me, not to go home to the job his father was looking for. We’ve always had a good time together, and I’ve always felt like we could go on.
I found out his relationship with L was in his phone. Everyone knows the phone QQ. on our cell phone, the phone Q. Q. on his cell phone is not installed, but in a functional connection. I used to have his cell phone, text empty, phone records, business partners at peacetime. And We made his letter of flight, and there was no record of it. So I started looking, and I found my cell phone in the connection. When I saw this software, I had a little guessed it because he was usually not on QQ. The QQ Q password was kept on the phone and I log in and found a recent contact named Run, and then I looked for details. Run was found to be a note name, and her nickname was Little vest. I knew it. He told her to run.
Everybody knows there’s only a dozen or 20 phone QQ-Q conversations all night, and I’ve been going up and down, but there’s a lot in the middle, and I can barely get down. He spoke very intimately to her, unlike he did in college. I remember a few things that hit me very hard. It was two months ago that he sent $7,000 to this runaway in QQ. He said you weren’t enough to ask me to take it. It’s like blaming a man for having gone so far to Hainan and for putting a little money on him. He also said that she would be punished for push-ups next time. It’s very personal. I can’t copy that tone. He also instructed L to wear sunscreen and his arms to say she was stupid or something. 7000 is not a small number for the owner. For Y, it’s faster than his pay. But because L had little money, he allowed her to spoil her, give her money, and not to blame her.
I can’t read my chat records anymore. Put his phone away. I can’t cry if I’m still in bed. I just feel so empty. I used to think that if something like this happened one day, I would be sad to die, but it did happen and I couldn’t cry. I can’t think. I don’t know what to do. I’m really confused. I was lying down when Y came in, and he said you could help me make some noodles. I’m hungry. I sat up and looked at him and I asked him who was running.
He stayed, and then the first sentence asked me, did you look at my phone? No anger and no emotion, very calmly asking me.
I said yes. And then I asked him, bubbles aren’t I. I read her file.
He said yes. No denial, especially simply.
I picked up my phone and hit him by the foot, and I cried and I asked him what I was. You and I like each other so much why were you with me in the first place? You don’t have to go around that big bend.
He said he and I weren’t as I thought. They never had sex.
I said psychosis is worse than physical. You lie next to me every day thinking I’m nothing.
He did not speak, nor deny. Then he turned out of the living room.
Actually, I didn’t find out for the first time, more than a year ago. I found his old phone when I packed it, and I was going to either depreciate it or take it back to his sister. I turned it on. I accidentally found a folder in a folder called PP. I opened it, all the letters. It’s full of colored letters, it’s all a number. There was a view of the tour, with photos of L himself, and even a sculpture of basketball players in Wang Jii. I was also angry and asked why he kept this, and he was so careless, that the lottery was in place, that you were in the way. I then deleted all of L’s coloured letters and then sent my phone directly to Y’s sister. We spent a day in the cold war because of this, but I didn’t think L was possible at that time, so it wasn’t too serious. It’s over. Now think, that’s stupid.
I don’t know if you’ve met anyone like L. I don’t know how to describe it. What she did, I don’t think I’ll ever do in my life. Last time I wrote that night, she heard I fed it and turned it off, and the next morning, a girl from a few dormitories came to me, and we were very familiar. She said a schoolgirl said I had her accounting book. I was a little suspensed at the time. I said accounting? No. I don’t know any schoolgirls. She said it was weird. I thought there was something wrong with the money. She just said my name. I was particularly angry. I think she’s not just counting Y, but now she’s counting on me. I’ll turn it on and call L. When she answered the phone, she sounded so soft. Ask me what it is. I asked her what happened to the accounting book. She said she was afraid we’d spend the night together. So see if I’m in the dorm. I was so angry that I said that even if we spent the night together, what would you do? None of your business. She said it was nothing, just to see who we had to spend the night with. He said, “It’s okay, it’ll be mine.” I was particularly angry when I said that you were not a woman, that you were so rude and her voice was so high, that I was so impressed. She said I just like Y. I’d tear my face off on the floor for him.
I went to Y, I told him, “Y called L, I was so angry, I asked what I wanted.” I don’t know what to say, y’all say you’re so self-esteemed, you don’t know what to mean. You’re deaf and you don’t know what girlfriend means. I don’t know what to say, but fuck you. I think it’s L. And then there was the idea that L was pathetic.
The owner doesn’t live with Y anymore and feels like calm down and think about what we’ll do. Because after six years of affection, L also said they had no physical relationship. I’d rather believe in L, because I know her. She’s not the kind of guy who cheats. The owner just wants to know what it’s like for me and L. Think about the next step.
I really didn’t take L seriously in the first place because I didn’t think she was good-looking. She’s not the type of guy she likes, she’s too straight and too hard, she’ll probably be relatively soft in front of Y, but she’s always very nice to people and always points out anything she doesn’t like. It’s just too spicy to say. And Y often said she was sick. I’ve been thinking about it all the time. Y said he didn’t like girls like that. He likes me. There’s a lot of nice things. At the New Year’s party, L came on stage to perform a little piece, double spring. Her face was exaggerated and she let go when Y and I were together and he sniveled and said that girls didn’t look like girls, but I really didn’t know how Y was so different.
My five officers belong to the type of big-eyed, small-sniffed, curly, low, thin.
L is a big-eyed, big-mouthed, and never brushed Liu Hai. Hair is either scattered or ponytailed, hairy and hairy. But it’s a long shot, but it’s more odious. That’s what S from the dorms said, that L’s not ugly. It smells good. But maybe everyone’s got different eyes. I didn’t take L seriously. Because she’s too different from me.
But then she started adding me to QQ. I refused, but I didn’t know why. The demons added her, and her net name was not a small vest, or Aljanthei or something, or the name of the mouth. She asked me if I really liked Y. I said he was my boyfriend, you think?
She said she liked it.
I was so calm that I told her that I was already friends with Y and I, and that we were good, not what you like. What do you like? He doesn’t like you, so he just hates you more when you do it.
I say that girls should be careful of their image and reputation, and you do this not just to us, but to yourself.
I didn’t talk much, I was deleted. I think it’s Lai. She stopped harassing Y for a long time.
The owner knows that that tone is not something that can only be said with gratitude. Almost a year ago, the owner went back to work, and Y picked me up when the car was parked downstairs and Y called in the car. Seeing me, I waved and said to the phone, you’re too big to think about. Then I hung up. You didn’t look so good on the way, and then you asked the owner if you girls were too old to get married. He said he wanted to marry you.
Actually, Y was on L’s phone. Because on QQ, I told Y that you could do without stopping me from seeing each other. What’s wrong with the guy I’m looking for? I know I have to face reality now. But six years of feeling isn’t about breaking. I know I’ve been lying to myself. I look at the way Y and L talk, I know his heart is not with me, but six years, I gave him the best six years. If she likes Y again, she can’t just spoil someone’s feelings for years. I gave it all to Y, Y or my first time. It’s me. Can you put him down? Y has met my parents, and my parents think he’s very good and promising, and relatives and friends of the family know that the owner has a good home. I’ve seen a good life. The owner is either not aware, not sad, not sorry.
What I fear most now is that Y is responsible for nothing but feelings. He has recently stressed that he will not break up with me and that he will marry me because he knows that I gave him everything. Can’t fail me. Said I was just a sister he cared about. He’s the one who didn’t fix his feelings. And let me not think. But how can I not think. I’m afraid that’s why he doesn’t love me.
And the owner asked him, only once? He also admitted not to be. The last time L went to Ho Ho Hott, he was supposed to be back for two days, but then he went to the bag, and he lent her 3,000 for fear of not having enough money. I said she’s still there. Y didn’t answer. I said it was for, not for borrowing.
I didn’t keep asking. I know he not only paid her twice, but maybe more. I just don’t want to ask, and I don’t want to know.
Y never did anything to me. I knew that money was earned. I didn’t want to be the kind of guy who did it. But that doesn’t mean he can give it to L. Let L run north, let L go round her dreams.
I don’t go to work every day. I stay home. Y’ll call me every day and sometimes bring me food. He used to cook food at home because I didn’t know how to cook, and now he’s afraid I’ll eat noodles every day. That’s why every day I see it’s worse. We could have been together. Life like this. Why all of a sudden jump out of an Y. It’s nothing. I saw him bring me food and talk to me, and I thought of him talking to L, and the whispering was so sweet. I don’t want to eat the food he brought, I don’t want to see him, I just think about him and L and I torture myself. I remember once when I washed his clothes, I found a Trish ticket. It’s a warm baby. It’s the one that warms his stomach on the holidays. But he never brought me back the warm baby. Now I know his warm baby is for L. No doubt about it.
Money, warm babies, text messages and endless care.
I’m starting to link the past and the present. I don’t know why I’ve been chasing after all these years. It’s because you don’t like it or you don’t get it.
I don’t know if he and I are confused or really in love.
I know I sometimes think very stupid questions, but I don’t know what to do now, very messy. I’m like a bomb blew me up.
The owner just talked to his college friend S. S says she knew it. She told me I wasn’t easy. From freshman year to senior year. If she’s really that bad, it’s fine, but L’s a very tasteful person, even the Y’s dormitory gets a better impression of L.
At that time, I was at the restaurant with S, and at lunch, a lot of people took the seats, and I and S took the seats at the table, and I went to eat, and when I came back, I sat alone and threw my bag on the table.
She said you didn’t see us?
I pulled S, told her it was L. I didn’t expect S to react so big Y came by noon and brought food. I didn’t eat.
I said let’s talk.
I’ll ask him.
Did I say you loved L?
He didn’t talk.
Is it a default that you won’t talk?
He didn’t talk.
My heart was at the bottom of the valley.
He agreed.
I asked him when.
He said it’s been a long time.
I asked him how long it was.
He says it’s longer than you think.
I asked him about me.
He said he was going to marry me.
We can take nothing for granted.
He said he didn’t want to lie to me.
So he admitted he had feelings for L.
I say there’s a difference between feelings and love.
I admit our conversation was disgusting.
He bowed his head and said that love was love. The owner was thinking about it before today.
Do you want to be separated from him? Now look at it. Maybe it’s a real pain.
I can’t help it. There’s nothing better than admitting it to me.
I’d rather he lied to me now. I can still fool myself with him. I was so sorry that I said what was good about L. He didn’t talk.
We were silent for half a day. And then I said you were gonna do it.
Y said marry you.
I threw his rice on him. Rice and eggs and onions fell off a couch at the owner’s house, and he fell all over. He said I wasn’t going to leave you.
I turned back to the bedroom and closed the door in front of the computer. I found the world sealed my post.
What is not entertainment gossip.
That’s not entertainment gossip anymore. It’s more blood than entertainment gossip.
What a joy! Is there anything happier than this?
I haven’t stood up since I was a kid, I don’t know what I’ve done for six years!
Blame who!
Blame me!
You coward!
No one can blame! The owner is thinking!
How did we end up like this? Seven years itchy, not yet seven. We live in peace and security, we eat and study in college, we work and we live in peace and security. There’s little romance, there’s conflict. I thought we had a good relationship.
The owner was wondering when L was coming in. Or has she never left? She’s always stuck there.
The owner remembers one time at the university when he met Y at the door of a small hotel, where he went to play football with his friends, where he studied with the girls in the bedroom and saw Y coming from the pharmacy opposite the door. When the owner thought he was sick, he asked him what he was buying. Y hasn’t spoken yet, and his teammates say, “Be good.”
Then Y told me I was sick and asked him if there was any medicine.
The owner simply asked the question, saying that there was a pharmacy outside the school.
Before he spoke, his teammates intervened and said that the pharmacies were running around, who knew who they were and who they were, and where to steal them.
The small hotel is not close to our school, and the pharmacy near our school is not just one.
The owner now thought, perhaps by that time, that the attitude of Y had changed significantly. I don’t believe it. It’s me who thinks too much about myself. It’s me who thinks too much about L. I was the kind of person that I would never have done that, and when Y wasn’t with me, I would have chased them to their classroom. Y is a mechanic and few girls in the classroom. I ran to the seat next to Y and sat there and took a book. Everybody’s up around here. She’s like she can’t hear. Y and I said that he was ashamed. Let L go, but L pretended not to hear, then went to class, and Y and his friends sat together, and I went to see that there was no room of his own, and found a seat around Y, sitting there or reading. I’m a woman of this character. What you did doesn’t affect her. So whether I talk to each other or my roommate blames me, she can take it for granted. She lived in her own circle, where the owner was weak, scared, the owner was arrogant and thought that a man like L, who had no face, would not pose a threat to me.
I’m too proud of myself.
Too serious about yourself. I believe I saw so much. Everyone knows what the owner is, cowardice and incompetence. Squeeze yourself in a shell and live in your own world. I thought you were born to be good to you. I’m afraid to take any action. Even when L was fighting, the owner stood by and listened to S in the restaurant.
Then he looked at L, and said: I thought I was blind, and I could not see other people’s bags, and I could not think that it was not blind, and that the eyes were still good, and he chose his boyfriend to lay hands, and he was single. L was eating bean horns and rice, and she was often alone, sitting there looking at S, and I didn’t know if I was scared or not. The owner of the building was a fool. He thought the restaurant was full of people. He pulled the zipper in private, but because he was angry with the owner, he said, “Don’t take a piss on yourself, look at you and R, look at what you look like and who you’re blindly touching.”
Then I said, “How do you know that Y doesn’t want me?” Then wipe your mouth and leave.
The owner knows now. Y doesn’t just have feelings for her. This is a big joke. I’m so sure of what I’m saying. Thank you, sisters. Thank you very much for your sincere advice.
I’ve been a coward since I was a kid, and for Y, I believe I’m really into all my feelings. Y was a good man in everybody’s mouth when I was with you. He’s jealous of my kindness. Even S says Y’s a good man. Maybe the owner took everything for granted.
Be nice to me, be nice to me, be nice to me, be nice to me.
The owner took Y to dinner at my house, and the owner’s father liked him very much, saying he had a great future. And people are humbled. Y’s career was indeed a success, and although it could not be said to be so rich, it seemed to the owner to be doing well and working hard. The owner has so far been able to cite the numerous advantages of Y. Maybe there’s love in the heart, maybe it’s really too much. From the part that likes him, to the whole body, now embraces his shortcomings. It’s hard to let go because you like it too much.
But I’ll try. I can’t say just forget him, but at least it’s not going to get out of control and hysteria now. In the days we’ve just been apart, the owner has been resting at home, reminiscent of all L, thinking that if I had gone to Harbin, I would’ve chased Y so far, if I had been able to take a picture of him, if I had been so careful to send him the sun, and if I had been so careful, I would have done something nice with my youth to impress him. I was living my own assumptions, and I assumed a lot, and the whole person was like crazy. But Y came to see me, and I still pretended to be calm. I’ll work hard to get myself out of the sadness.
Maybe you’re right, Y and I have a feeling that seeing L in my flat life makes him want to.
That’s not love. Just let him know. The master watch just called the owner. Say I ran into Y and a woman at the bank.
When I didn’t know what to say, I said it was his colleague, and I asked him what she looked like.
My aunt says he’s not tall, wears a sweatshirt, jeans, goose-faced, hairy. Drive a Honda CRV.
I’m just kidding about how you know what kind of car she’s driving, and my aunt says she doesn’t want to sneak out to see it.
Then my aunt asked me if you and Y were okay.
I said nothing, it was his colleague, I knew him, and I asked my aunt why you asked.
My aunt says it’s okay. I’m afraid there’s something going on between you two. The owner hung up on the phone until now and didn’t know what to say. Not tall, sweatshirts. No Liu Hai. Food head. Goose face. Not I who.
I’m here at noon, leaving with L. I really wanted to call him and greet his mother. But even if it means anything,
No sense. I’m just trying to tell my parents about this right now. Shouldn’t tell them.
I was cheated.
Say I’ve been robbed for six years.
My relatives and friends.
I was cheated.
How do I say friend S comes back to my house now and she’s very upset about me. He said he’d take me to collect L. Let me get ready now. Says I have to look good.
What do we do now? S-tempered, maybe he’ll hit it.
The owner is back. I took a shower. The brain will be clearer. What happened today, it overloaded my brain.
The owner saw L. Evening. At a nice pizza shop. S came to my house in the afternoon and said we’d figure it out anyway. Can’t let that black skinny climb your head. The owner didn’t want to see her at the time because I didn’t know what it meant to see her again.
But S says he’s only loved the guy Y. He doesn’t have feelings for you. Six years, can you do that?
Are you sure you won’t regret letting this go when it’s over? It’s a mule. It’s a horse. Let’s see what I got. I don’t believe you. You’ll put your body down and cook for Y.
If you do, you can have a good working family. He’ll cheat again.
And then S called a former Y basketball team student, Big Sung, and said he wanted L’s cell phone number.
Big Sung hesitated to say who wanted it.
S says I want, what’s wrong?
You can have it if you want. If it was R, I wouldn’t.
S laughed a few times and said, “Why didn’t you give it to R?”
It took us a long time to say it.
You’re on fire. Say you’re my friend. You’re a girl. You’re helping her.
Helping people to take you to their heart again? I don’t remember exactly what I said.
S. said it fast and hard, and I think he might be upset. Can you give me my number? If it’s not convenient,
I can ask someone else.
It wasn’t me who didn’t give it, but I didn’t think it was necessary. You and Y are fine now and she can’t do anything. Why do you have to? The owner knew that.
This is it. The owner of the building asked if you knew that he and I were getting along. You all know, I’m not alone.
He may not be happy. Say R, you’re wrong to talk like that. Why do you keep talking about yourself? What are you talking about? Okay.
I won’t tell you. You tell L. Better call Y when it’s done. I’ll text you later.
The owner of the building was still there, and Da-sung hung up the phone. I sent L’s cell number in half a minute. The owner hesitated because it made me think something was wrong with me. But the owner didn’t know there was a problem. I told S. I don’t want to see L.
See if it’s my problem. S says if Y’s trying to get into trouble with me, he said, why wait till now? Why don’t you just ask me what happened? So, S is waiting for the owner of the building to meet L.
We were at a pizza shop about 6:30 p.m., five stations away from my house.
The owner of the S-Book jumped and took a bath, light makeup and a more comfortable shirt and windie. And S went out. When S told me to go in the car, he was a little aggressive. Losers don’t lose.
It was 6:45 when S and I went. Go back in the door. Then the owner saw L.A.
The owner knew he lost when he saw L. Losers still lose. I sat on the seat, turned over the phone and put a glass of water next to it. When the owner went out, he was dressed, and the hair was sort of sort of fated to love the curly hair of Chen Yingyi and the clothes. S says it’s sweet. But L sits there, wearing a purple thin shirt, jeans, little boots, or do she tie her hair up, and she’s skinny and has a big forehead, and the whole person looks healthy, not at all in college.
The owner of the building now wants to say that he really regrets it. In the past four years at the university, apart from learning to watch the drama and fall in love, he really regrets it. He didn’t go out for a long, long time. Nothing meaningful. I sat there and didn’t know what kind of feeling it made me feel bad. The owner of the building felt like he was sweet, and he came down in front of L, and when I saw the owner, he laughed and said that R was looking for me. And S looked back at me and thought that L wasn’t what we thought.
I thought, I don’t want to talk, I want to go. I want to get home. I don’t want to talk about anything. I can talk about anything. The reality is now. I can talk about anything.
We sit in front of me. I don’t know what to say. S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S-S. You didn’t know R and Y were getting married. That’s funny. You don’t feel proud to be a little girl.
S said a lot, and I was so sorry and I didn’t know what else S said.
And then I said something, and I was shocked, and I said, “How can this woman say that without a heart?”
She said, “R, you and I have not taken Y for a day or two, and I have made it clear to you that it is fair to compete.” I don’t know what your problems are anymore. You came to me to ask me. I’ve known Y before you. I won’t admit it even if you think I’m a little girl. We’ve been playing fair from the beginning, and now why you come to me, I think maybe Y found me. As for why Y didn’t want to look at me before, but now that I’m good, I’m afraid there’s a reason for you. Why don’t you ask yourself before you ask me, are you right? And S started to tell her that I didn’t know what S was saying, and I felt like I had a blank. I have to say, these two words make me start to think about myself. Then I pulled S up and said we were leaving and she said yes. Bye.
I pulled S and left.
S didn’t want to go yet, but I was trying to rip her off. A pizza shop door, I couldn’t stop crying.
S wasn’t happy to see me cry and she didn’t know how to comfort me. Just get me a tissue.
I said let’s go back. Then we stood at the door and took a taxi. I came out to see us and said hi. Then he opened her C.R.V. and turned around. I’m grateful she didn’t stop and asked me if I wanted a ride, or I thought I’d feel worse.
S and I got in the car, and I cried, and I said I knew why Y liked L, and he found L well, and I said I was a mess. S has always told me not to think about it and say that I’m just saying that. I’d go her way if I thought about it.
I cry what I actually know. My self-esteem was stung and I cried out of the speculation I had. I’m the only one who knows when I see my psychological activities. I think she’s better than me, because I feel that way myself, so I feel like I’m hurt, I despise myself, and I feel bad. I know that even the girls I think are good, and I like Y, and I’ve been chasing her for years, and I’ve done so many romantic real things for Y. I know Y like her for sure, sure for sure, this moment. I know I’m completely rejected for speculation, but Y is just fresh. He still likes me. I cried and wasted my youth, so now I am so mediocre, I have no passion, I have no sense of self-confidence, I have no place to live, I have cried for years I’ve been in love with Y, I’ve gone so far, I’ve read so many books, I’m still in love, but now it’s not mine. I guess I wasn’t in love as well as L was, and now I’m sitting here pointing at L and saying something to keep her crying, but I’m not, so I’m sitting here and I’m losing nothing. I was obsessed with it. The head hurts, the temple cries, and there’s no place to suffer.
S was gonna come up with me. I said no. I’m gonna go up and think for myself. Then I went home myself.
You’re right. Y still has feelings for me. But it won’t break his heart. You’re right.
We talked a lot last night. S created a special group. Pull me in with Big Sung.
You’re right. Not everyone’s your mother. She married her daughter-in-law, not her father-in-law.
This is the case with me and Y, because we both work, and I don’t cook or cook, and sometimes Y can’t take care of his family and his work. We don’t usually eat at lunch. Sometimes together, sometimes with colleagues. I’m not a pet, because I’ve never been in the kitchen since I was a kid, and I’ve been against it since I was a kid. All these years with Y, it’s all Y cooking. Then Y couldn’t make it, and he ate outside.
Dae-sung told me that when Y first went to work, he studied mechanics, work ordinary workers and work in workshops every day. The salary was less than 2,000. He was tired working at the workshop, and Da-Sheng asked him why he had not come home for dinner. Y said he had to buy food to cook and that it was time to go to work after he had finished washing dishes. Later, after we negotiated to eat outside, Y was eating at the door of the office every day, and there was a time when it was boring to think about the outside. Then Dae-sung and L at dinner. I’ll do it myself and bring Y over.
I was so angry when I heard that, because I knew my Y colleagues, and I couldn’t imagine what they looked like every day while we were still in that relationship.
I was stupid enough to ask that question.
Great achievement. He said that L had just parked the car outside, and it was not a lunch box, that she had bought her own one-off lunch box outside, went home to clean up the water and put it in for Y. Give the meal to Y at the door and Y will take it to the place. So colleagues don’t know.
Dae-sung said he couldn’t see me anymore, and he told Y I couldn’t.
Da-sung also said that my friends were out at a party and I called Y to buy tampons. Y and Dae-sung were waiting outside the convenience store for Y, and then brought me back, and when Y sent Da-sung back, I fell over the phone and said it was wrong to buy the tampons. Let Y change. You think so? He goes home every day without a hot meal, buys a tampons at night, can’t sell it, you tell your father and mother that Y’s cooking tastes too good, your mother says in front of the whole family that your family is always eating too much salt. Why didn’t your mom say why you didn’t cook? These are the details of life I haven’t noticed. I was sad, and I didn’t know Y was telling everything and he would rather talk to Big Sing than talk to me.
S says it hurts to marry a wife, not to be a nanny, to marry a wife and to do laundry and cooking.
He didn’t want to fight with S until after, just say, “R,” you’re not the type of person to live. If I say I’m better than you live.
Then they retreated. I didn’t know until then. L was already trying to show her strength where I did not. She can see everything I do. She can make it up to her.
I heard everything you left me in 2010. Thank you very much. Because you’re really good for me.
I know that the poor have something to hate. And I know that all this is my fault. I took everything for granted. Put your clothes on and take a mouth. Put your own shelf too high.
I know I’ve done too much.
Thanks for the advice. And I appreciate it. Really.
I’ve been eating at home with him for two days. We’re not talking about L anymore.
I cook him every day. It’s not good, but every time we eat, we eat. He also said I’m doing a good job with a rookie. Then say something about work. Not bad.
I admit I’m an ostrich. I have no self-control. I can’t get away from him.
Last night, he finished his meal and helped me clean up, and then he’ll be back around 9:00. I didn’t mean to say anything to him. He said he had something over there that he couldn’t leave.
Then I sent him to the door. I don’t want him to let me down. I’m you. I’m in a hurry. Then I closed the door. The floor was higher, and I stood by the door, and I sewd the door, and there was a little turn on the road. Turn around is two elevators. He’s waiting for the elevator to come up and make phone calls.
I really don’t want to think about it. He asked the other side of the phone why you were laughing.
And then he said, “What, that’s it.
And then you don’t know what they say. He said, “You’re boring, you’re smoking again.”
And then I got in the elevator.
Even though he’s laughing, he’s obviously very happy to call, and he’s always laughing at them.
I heard the elevator close and go downstairs.
Speaking of mood, I’m almost numb.
I know it goes on. No, at least a few more days. But I don’t know what to do anymore. I’m just trying to remember that he’s married to someone else and that life is hard for me.
What I’m thinking is one more day.
I can’t see the way. I can’t think. Just take me out to buy a condom.
I said near the supermarket I wanted to eat octopus, and he got off to buy it for me.
I’m actually looking at the sticker on his wheel.
He had that little letter sticker on his steering wheel. Especially small, so small. It’s an English word, Lynn.
I always thought it was an abbreviation. Then I thought it might be an English name.
I’ve been speculating. He got in the car and I asked me what this was.
He says he just put it up.
After he had explained, I didn’t speak, and I already felt I couldn’t face his little things in peace. I’d like to rip them all out.
There’s a Grey Wolf and a Red Wolf in the glass behind the car. When I got off, I accidentally said they were ugly.
He said it’s just like that.
I said you’re not talking to me.
I’m gonna rip the Red Wolf.
Take off that red wolf’s head.
Y wasn’t happy then. He said what did you do?
I said I’m in the way.
He said whatever you want.
I’m talking about Red Wolf and Grey Wolf.
I’d like to rip off the English word.
But I restrained.
I must have had a very bad look. I’m sure it’s a good one. Tossing those two Grey Wolfs.
Y was supposed to come up, but he said he had a temporary situation. He had to go.
The car was already in the garage and he left again.
Let’s go.
Y’s never the kind of guy who likes little things. He couldn’t have bought the stickers. He couldn’t have put it on his wheel. He kept saying the car was his second wife. Very protective. So it can’t be him.
And there’s a new locket on his phone, a metal robot, with me, and his phone never hangs.
I’ve been watching his life as if I were a forced patient. The CD in his car, his clothes, his neck, I can’t help but think about it.
Thank you for all the comforts I’ve reminded my friends.
Thank you so much.
Y and I broke up peacefully tonight and soon we’ll go pick up my stuff.
It’s over.
Crying tonight, hysterical, quiet.
No love is no love. There’s nothing more chilling than living with me, thinking about someone else.
I just want to say that it was a mistake from the beginning.
Thank you for all your consolation and caution.
And I know where I’m going to change.
Thank you very much, and I am sure that you will do my best to come up with the most pertinent comments in the future.
Thank you. Thank you very much.
I packed my things this morning and brought them back. Y help me get my stuff back. There are also economic problems that have been resolved. Good thing we’ve never had any economic problems.
I’ve had the same dream since last night. I wasn’t planning on coming back. But seeing how much you care about me, I think I should explain things to you, hoping that in the future you will take me as an example, and stop doing nothing when it comes to this. When he likes you, he likes you, but when he doesn’t like you, it’s torture.
I’m sure most girls like to be small when they’re in love. Me too. But the worst thing I’ve done is to make this a habit. After working day by day, Y doesn’t have much of the energy to digest my anger and decorum, and I’m still like that, I don’t cook, I don’t pack, I can wash my clothes with a washing machine, I’ll wash with a washing machine and I’ll keep my hand wash with Y. Get your fingernails and ask if Y looks good. He said it’s good, it’s good not to eat.
Sometimes I think that I’ve done too much, and I’ve always believed that I’m the kind of woody, salt and tea I’m the kind of emotional comfort I’m nothing, I’m not real or romantic. except for the day after day, when he is angry.
Mentally premature. I guess that’s it.
After I realized these last few days, I became self-pity, hysterical. I don’t feel like myself anymore. Grumpy.
Yesterday afternoon, after Y had left, he came back to the world and said, “What do you want to eat at night?”
Y and I went to the nearby supermarket, and I went all the way as if nothing had happened, but I felt bad, and I pretended nothing had happened.
When I bought the food, Y said I’d buy some broken chicken wings and go back and make some Coke chicken wings. I said okay. Then we picked out six chicken wings with a plastic bag. By the time I took the weight, I found out that the operator at the heavy stage was not here, and I waited a while to come back. Then I took the wings of the chicken to the nearest place where the seafood was weighed, and asked him to weigh them, but he was told not to wait for the man to return. They can’t weigh on this side.
I was like crazy. We were not like this before. We asked them, like a bitch, why can’t they weigh? I said how valuable my time is, and I said you were in collusion. I told them to call the manager, and I stood there like a bitch and called the manager.
I don’t know what happened to me. Y-Y came to me and said no, I could buy something else.
I said no, we’re here to consume.
I don’t know what happened to me at the time. It was just like I was crazy. I know he’s never seen me like this. He kept telling me I could go somewhere else, wait till they got back.
I still can’t. I was acting like a madman. I saw the Y reaction, and I felt like I didn’t know what to say.
Then Y threw the chicken wings and even the bags back into the chicken wings, and then he turned around, and I asked him what he was doing. Y says he doesn’t eat, he says he has no appetite.
And then we didn’t hang out. The check’s coming back.
Back in the car, we didn’t say anything. I was depressed, depressed, wondering what else was in the mood, and I asked him if he was mad at me, and I could buy him a Grey Wolf and Red Wolf sticker tomorrow.
Y-Y took a look at me and said let’s go back. I think I went crazy yesterday.
I said just in the car.
He doesn’t talk.
We didn’t even talk.
When we get downstairs.
He said get off.
I was like crazy, I said in the car, in the car.
And then Y was on fire, and he said, “R, stop messing around and come home and say, “You’re not afraid to be seen like this.”
When I was dazed, I said, “I fear neither you nor the L people for what they do, and I see and I fear.”
Turn around and leave. He doesn’t even care about the car. I cried, and I said we’d go home and say, “I’m done.”
I know I don’t have the guts, I know I Cheap. But I don’t know what to do then. I didn’t know what I was doing. I’m just like finding a fuse. Unanimous outbreak.
When we came back, Y and I kept arguing, and he said he wanted me to look at me like a bitch.
I said I was forced by you and L.
We’ve been fighting. I’ve been fighting my voice. I don’t know how many times I cried in the middle.
And then Y said he didn’t want to argue with me anymore, he apologized to me, he apologized, he said R, let’s break up, we’re not right, we’re good for everybody.
As you can see, even then, the breakup was Y.
I cried all the time yesterday, and Y didn’t talk and smoked one after the other, and I forgot how I stopped and what we talked about, except that we broke up.
Y left and left me my keys.
That’s all that happened last night by 10:00.
Fighting, hysteria, crying, calm down, wandering around.
I’ve been making myself hysterical for these two days, just like people who are forced by life. Go mad, scold, fight.
Now think about it, it’s already done. I didn’t let go. It’s a little ridiculous. Good thing everything is over now.
Whatever it may be, my example tells you not to be forced by him to not even know himself.
We’re all on our own. We’re on our own. Thank you. I’ll never write about it again.
I hope one day I can come and tell you I have a new boyfriend. Tell everyone I’ve changed my happy life.
Thank you. Thank you very much. A world of good people.
Everyone has to take charge of their own lives.
Thanks. Bye.
Time is running out. But I always thought time was too slow. I’ve been preparing things for home for two days. Thank you for all your suggestions and comments. Thank you for your interest.
I can’t go back. We can’t go back.
S just told me that she went to see L through Dae-sung and that Y said he wanted to be with L, that he wanted to get married and that she wanted to make up for the past. And then Y took the ring and proposed. According to S, it was at L’s place of work when L cried as a tearman and Y cried.
Crying on your head, I think. They’re happy or excited. Emotions are really a volatile thing.
Make up for the past. I’m nothing.
Together for six years. We didn’t think about getting married. He didn’t think about getting married.
Da-sung said they might get married this year. No liquor tables, no guests, Y takes L to get married.
That’s the real end. I always thought a few days ago was the end of the story. Not really.
At the end of the story, the prince and Cinderella lived happily ever after. But I’m not Cinderella.
I’m sorry.
Everybody okay?
I just got a screenshot from S.
It’s a picture of Y on everyone’s website.
Photos of Y and L.
In the picture, Y put L on his neck. Like when I was a kid, my dad was watching a movie, and L had hair and a gray shirt and colored socks. Y’s still a very familiar laugh.
They’re both laughing. The picture is two words, happiness.
The first comment below is L, and she made a kiss expression.
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I’m not as noble as everyone thinks, I’m scolding, I hate, I curse them.
I just know better what I did. I know more about how much I was wrong about this.
I’ve been calm for 10 days, and I can be honest with my relatives. Most of my aunt’s words are that she shouldn’t have lived together so early.
But what I’d like to say more now is that I’d like you to look at me. Don’t look at yourself. We’re all ordinary people. No one was born to be taller. I always thought that Y and I were with him, and he earned it, but the result was seen.
You can’t eat love, and when a man thinks he needs to live a life in peace, you look like you’re in love.
We all have to live.
How are you? I’ve been doing well lately, with a job, and S still sends me the Y’s status, or the L’s journal that Y reproduces.
I’d still like to see, to see, to see, to see, to see, to copy, to paste, and I’d look and cry.
There’s a journal I wrote before. Y reproduced it. Here’s the Y-L comment, which I forget exactly, which means he didn’t appreciate.
I don’t want to talk about Y anymore, because I’ve wasted so many years on him, and in return, what can I say? I’m actually thinking about something, so sometimes it’s even less, because I don’t have much of an affair with Y. It’s like some kids say keep watching his life like thieves.
If it’s true to say more, then pick out two of them, one for me to teach you, and the other for me to deny Y. When people change their minds, they don’t turn back, no matter how hard you try. Y has become radical, but it’s not day and day. I recall a lot of things before, and Y’s feelings are slowly changing. We went shopping, and I wanted to buy one of Beggas’ green muds. Y said, “Don’t buy it, it’s allergies, it’s gonna hurt.” Use that powder. Better.
I asked him a funny question, how did he know that?
Y just changed the subject. Yes, it’s really disgusting and colder now.
How long has it been?
In the meantime, Y bought L a diamond ring.
And the announcement that the 11th marriage was the 11th of this year, the photo was released on any occasion that could be published.
Y’s teammates and friends, our classmates, say the long run is finally over.
Y-L love runs long.
In the meantime, Y sent me a text.
I hope I’ll live a good life or something.
I kept it.
I can’t take it back.
But it comes out in the middle of the night.
Think about it.
It’s always half-worded.
Then I said I’d be happy to show you.
He’ll be fine with three words.
It should be over.
Y updated this morning
♪ Missing and saving ♪ ♪ Time and holding on ♪
“S” message says “S” man and “Y” later moved “S” out of the list of best friends.
That’s what I thought I was in college for. I made a mistake. I’ve got myself in the middle of another tragedy. Last night, a group of people went to sing, and suddenly wept and wept in their booths and wept so much. Friends together look at me, embarrassing. I didn’t want to cry, but the way they looked on the screen made me cry. Drinking really makes you bold. I call y in the bathroom. When he caught it, he fed it and I hung up. I sat on the toilet seat in the bathroom, and I told myself that he would call back, and he would, at least for a few years, and we had feelings. I just sat there and waited, and I waited, and I was so nervous that I put my phone in my pocket, and I looked at it a few seconds later. The bell was subsequently rang to the maximum volume and he did not return the call. I’m comforting myself. He’s texting me, sure. He hasn’t called me back, sent me a message. I was restless, I was trying to make excuses, and when I called over, it was off. I couldn’t stop crying. I came home, my whole face was swollen, and I thought I was going to get sick yesterday, but I woke up today and I didn’t expect to get sick, except for a little disgusting feeling. I am a man of cowardice, of no principles, and I always felt I could afford to let go, and I was the one who couldn’t let go. I can always think of y, and I can always remember the day he and his teammates ate a big chute, drinking beer and a lamb string, sitting together and saying that I’ll never suffer, and I’ll go shopping on my back, and I’ll be happy with a bunch of guys who just played. I am not complaining that he wasted my youth, and, as everyone said, I have not received much myself in these years. It’s just that I can’t walk the tragic circle. We have lived happily together, without any excesses, in just a few days, with several of these six years in a lifetime. The most tragic thing is that he lays down, keeps me here, and at some point, like a random bomb, leaves me in a mess. Thank you very much. I’m fine.
Y and L11 get married.
Y asked Da-sung if he wanted to send me an invitation.
I’ll tell you what happened during that time.
Thanks again.
Because there’s a lot going on in the middle, so I haven’t said anything. Feels ridiculous, feels stupid, feels pathetic.
It can only be said that Y’s feelings for L are earlier than I thought and deeper than I think.
Is that what men say? She’s worried about her.
I was told many times, when I and Y split up, L went to the school restaurant to eat, and Y saw L put the warmpot outside the restaurant door, and Y went to fetch water for L and put it where it was. I’ll bring it back after I finish eating. Y knew a long time ago a lot about L, what she ate or what she didn’t eat, and what size shoes she wore.
I’ve been a fool for a long time.
Because there’s a lot going on in the middle, so I haven’t said anything. Feels ridiculous, feels stupid, feels pathetic.
It can only be said that Y’s feelings for L are earlier than I thought and deeper than I think. Is that what men say? She’s worried about her.
I was told many times, when I and Y split up, L went to the school restaurant to eat, and Y saw L put the warmpot outside the restaurant door, and Y went to fetch water for L and put it where it was. I’ll bring it back after I finish eating. Y knew a long time ago a lot about L, what she ate or what she didn’t eat, and what size shoes she wore.
I’ve been a fool for a long time.
With the support of a wide range of netizens, it’s a photo of L and an L return.
https://bbs.tianya.cn/m/post-1095-57922-1.shtml?dt_dapp=1&&&&Corr.
As for believing that a lot of people have seen someone on his phone, they have secrets, they have feelings, so what am I? That’s right, I’m the L in there, and I believe you’re in the first place. Whatever I say, you think I’m the bitch who robbed someone’s boyfriend. But there are some facts I have to say that I have to put it directly from another plate, whether you believe it or not.
The first time I saw this title was in Weibo, and there were so many public figures that I didn’t look at it that long, and the other day my friends told me it was as if it was my thing, and I immediately found out that the first feeling was so funny and the second feeling was so fucking funny.
I’ve been so excited, so angry, I’ve been calm, I’ve been trying to yell at her, but after all this time, I’ve been a mother, and I can’t say I was wrong at all. It’s sad to watch everyone speak for her and call me husband.
There is a lot to say to R, but I don’t know where to start, and I feel like I’m not talking about the past, and I’m happy that I’m still in peace, but I can’t say much about it, whether I’m being scolded or sympathetic or not, because life is my own, as humans drink and know.
I wanted to say to R:
One, you’re white, you’re thin, so you say I’m black, I’m ugly, I think I’m not pretty, but you’re the first and only one. Even your best friend S. never said I was ugly. You’re beautiful, you’re the most beautiful in the world!
You’re saying I’m not the type of guy who likes me, that I’m too straight and too hard to describe as I’m very serious about the city? My personality is split? You said a few things about me, including that you and S. insulted me in the cafeteria, and I put up with it. I didn’t say anything. I wasn’t in the mood.
Three, you and my qq said something mean to me, and I didn’t want to argue with you and delete your qq, but became mine. I put up with not many of the things you said to me in the café, because I know your character, you’re just a spoiled princess, and I never said that you were not, and I hope you don’t feel sorry for me by denigrating me.
If I really want to rob you of Y, I won’t contact him for half a year? I’ll sneak him up instead of giving him a good meal? That way I can not only get a good reputation but also compete with you. Well, you can say I’m the one who’s the one who’s the one who’s the one who’s the one who’s the one.
You know how nice he is to you, and you know how nice he is to you. Your friends are all gone, and you’re here to say I’m not. R, touch your conscience, Y has given you more than your family. You forced him to take the rain to buy you medicine or not to buy it or not to love you; you knew about the tampons, and you told him not to tell him what you used to do, but to go out and buy it wrong, and you yelled at him; someone else’s boyfriend cooks for his girlfriend, you hear him, and he calls R to cook for you, and he comes back to serve you for more than 10 hours a day, starts with bad food, and you drops your fucking bowl, and he can stand you for five years.
Six, you said you had a problem. He didn’t ask you? Funny, he never said anything about you. He said you don’t want to make fun of you. You said he didn’t love you. You sarcasticed him about me. Your friends don’t know. Why didn’t she tell you?
How many times did you comfort you when you were fucking sick? You take it for granted that when you don’t want to talk to anyone, you’re gonna take everyone’s name off your ass.
I texted Y? Tell me, how many times have I texted Y and called? I’ve been a good friend to him since junior high, college and the city, and we’ve all been here since graduation. I can plan my own future. Why would you let me out of this city because he’s with you? You’re so pathetic, let me do it. Who will do it? I didn’t want to be with Y. You’re paranoid. Why pay for my career and my career!
Do you think the whole world should take care of you? One of your “fun” words negates your five-year-old boyfriend. Who didn’t? You’re in good shape, but he’s not. He’s under the pressure of his family. He’s trying to make money, not only to feed you but also to support your family. How many times have I helped him without saying? Didn’t I borrow or pay him back? You don’t know anything, you turn all that you think is your fantasy into an insult.
Ten, me and him, from the moment you two started out together, were destined to do nothing without friends. You said that you heard Mawing cry, and I listened to Liu Joo Ying cry, and I stayed in my best friend’s place for years, and I didn’t want to contact him, and I didn’t want to come in your sights. My friends and his friends asked us what happened. We looked after your face and thought about your pride and said nothing. You can’t call, you can’t call, you can’t text, you can’t read, we’re a rapist for a second, okay, I can’t text, I can leave, I can find my own life. I went on a trip, I went where I didn’t have you, I went to my own pain, I went to my own sanatorium, Y asked me to show him a beautiful view, I had a fucking picture of a colored letter, and you made a big deal, and I sent that fucking colored letter.
One, the hostess is just euphemisms about your appearance, and not about your ugly face, saying that you’re an ugly Internet friend… and don’t scold me, in exchange for another man who beat me up… and you don’t have a heart, no at all… three, her man cheated, and she’s just looking for a third girl… four. You sent it back to Dae-sung? Five, her own man spoiled her. How do you know his man was forced to buy drugs instead of willing? Why do you have to use force to buy a pill for your woman? So what do you say when he runs so many places for you? Were they together then? In what capacity did you accept? In what capacity did he pay?
If you don’t tell me about the water bottle, I can’t help but say that I can’t help but tell you that you’re trying to get some water. You said that too! I’m impressed. I didn’t realize you were such a man!
When you were living together, you both had no money, because you had to buy a lot of things to pay rent, and Y told you not to quit, to go through hard times and to change jobs. You said he was paid enough to feed you both. You left his parents in the distance, you quit your job, you had no financial means, he was tired of fighting with him for money, you asked him where he was, he said he sent it, you complained, you didn’t have enough to pay for it. Why don’t you fucking mention it?
Even if Princess R is sick and has a problem with Y, it’s none of your business. You’re the one who’s got to point the finger? You can’t change the fact that you’re stuck with someone else. It’s none of your business Y’s in a relationship between them, even if it’s true, and since he chose R, he should have taken responsibility. It’s true that you and Y are a couple of dogs.
I told you that I was wrong about him, that my biggest mistake was to mind my own business, that he was my old friend, that he had a girlfriend, why should I care about him?
No, your biggest mistake is not to mind your own business, your biggest mistake is not to be together before they start.
If you know you’re a bitch, don’t do that. If you’re a bitch, don’t start a card shop.
I don’t know what you’re doing with this story, but you’re not going to want me and Y to see it. To prove that there’s really nothing between me and Y, to go out with another man, what are we not thinking about your feelings? When are you going to change that? When will your lady’s temper stop? We’re not your family. We don’t have to let you go. Isn’t it because you’re Y’s girlfriend? And you, did you consider him your boyfriend? You tell the world that you’re paranoid, that everyone thinks your boyfriend’s having an affair with me, and then you think it’s true. Do you really love him? Or just need someone to spoil you? He didn’t talk to you about it? You’re living in your own world, you’re dreaming of your future, you yell at the streets, you blow him out of the house in the middle of the night, he can’t afford to call me, and you tell the world that he came to me behind your back!
One might not know what I’m talking about, but it’s an original post, which I hope R himself will see. I’m not the Virgin, and I see people in the world curse me and my husband in their comments. Of course I’m not happy. Don’t listen to one word when you don’t know the whole thing. Can the curseer fix the punishment? What a bitch and a dog you’re talking about. I’ve never seen anything so disgusting before.
R and his boyfriend’s house owner know everything. R says you used to call y, you said you didn’t want your face. You didn’t like y, so why would you bother Y if you really liked you?
I’m sorry. Put yourself back. You know how cheap it is. I think I need to send some delivery. You choose.
I kind of regret that I didn’t order in to see those printed posts so I could come out sooner to clarify the facts. In October, when the baby was born, there was little Internet, and my son was born, and I knew it, and my husband watched it, and he was speechless, and he asked me not to explain it, but to see nothing, he could bear it, I couldn’t. Curse me and my husband and my son, and you can’t put up with any woman.
You’ve done bad things, you’ve done bad things. No one can see what they think they do. The penguins used to describe her as a compliment.
Also, why did I say five years, and R said six years, because they had not officially started before, and she counted the time she had known. After three years at the most, my husband broke up with him, asked him a few times, said she was angry or cried, said she wouldn’t break up, said it would change, and then, after almost six months, it’s the same thing, one side broke up, one side did not accept it, so what? Did she never accept to live in her own world and never break up? Always with her? I never thought I’d be their mistress, and Y said I liked me in high school. I didn’t say yes. I wanted to read. I didn’t mean that at all. Come on. If you’re good enough, can I break it? If I contact him only once in six months, I’ll ruin your feelings. Besides, you’re not ashamed, I’ve never slept with him, you’ve been looking into it, you’ve said it, and you’ve made it up. If I really wanted to rob you, why didn’t I sleep with him? I’m afraid you didn’t figure it out, but you’re gonna have to say I’m smart.
Very little comment. I can’t help seeing your post. You’re so cheap. But good, bitch with the dog, long and long. Bless you.
How many times have I told Y and I started getting married and having kids in junior high school, and he started chasing me, and I didn’t accept it, and then I went to college, because I wanted to go to school, and I didn’t want to be distracted, and I forgot to go to college, and he was with that R, and he asked me before he was with him, and he said, “Come on, I can’t, I’ll help him, I’ll read it, it’s okay, the girl’s fine, it’s okay, at first, we’re having dinner with her, and he’s going to be with me and his old friends, and she’s going to joke about me and his old school, and she listens, she doesn’t feel well, she’s going to play with Y. There’s little contact since then, but there’s a lot of school, but it can’t always be because of his girlfriend’s mind, and she’s not even there. She’s seen a photo of us on Twitter, so many people, and I’m here, and I’m flipping over, and I’m asking why Y’s gone, and I can’t understand it. It’s not normal for me and I to go to a school together, and she’s crying because he promised him he’d never see me again. Of course I only found out later.
R and his boyfriend’s house owner know everything. R says you used to call y, you said you didn’t want your face. You didn’t like y, so why would you bother Y if you really liked you?
I don’t know if you can understand my relationship with Y, you have an old friend in junior high, and you can’t say that you grew up together, you can’t say that you’re lovers, but you can’t just ignore that kind of friendship, like brother and sister, and I said, if I really wanted something with Y, why would high school have to wait until college to get it back? And even if I wanted to, with my knowledge of Y, he and R didn’t even have a chance. Still that question. If I really wanted to be with Y, why didn’t I sleep with him? Why don’t you contact me for six months? Why leave his city somewhere else? Why travel alone? All you see is that she’s been left behind by her boyfriend for six years, and I’m not alone in all that pain about me? Well, you’re in the vanguard. I understand, but there’s a lot of inconsistencies and discrepancies in R’s story. Can’t you see? What do I mean, I’m too straight and too hard? Can I not say back when someone with a hard sex met her and S in front of so many people in the cafeteria?
You said he was after you in high school, it’s true. You said R was a fake, it’s a fake. Now that you’ve left, why do you want to destroy people?
Please forgive me.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
