Have you ever fallen in love? – What?
Have you ever fallen in love? – What?
I’m a 180-pound fatty.
“I’m ugly and fat and normal. Will anyone love me?”
Yes.
But I have a way to get warm. There’s a strange law that fat people always have to listen to, and I’ve got a nice little voice, and in the online world, the first meeting is always welcome, as in real life, the first time a beautiful woman meets.
So I became obsessed with the Internet world and developed a number of online relationships, but it wasn’t long, and everybody was smart, so the map was quickly discovered, and one time I had the courage to send my own picture, and my boyfriend at the time asked me, “Is this really you?” I said, “Yeah, he said, “Ug.” And then he deleted me, and I didn’t even cry, and I thought I had a sad and funny ending.
So I figured out a way. I created one with my other phone number.
I’m keeping the circle of friends around once a week, replicating it all, and turning it into my circle of friends, so that people with my best friends don’t doubt my beauty, because they can’t even imagine that there’s an ugly girl who’s been coppy for two months, just to create a false good identity online.
Since then, I’ve suddenly become very conscious of the difference between a beautiful woman and an ugly woman, just online, giving me a red bag every day, obscuring with me and saying hello to countless people.
That’s when I met Z. I wonder if you’ve ever played Kings Glory. I’ve met Z in Kings Glory. His game is called “Cheers.” His head looks like a lone-minded man with an electric mouse and he asks me, “Does the sister on the fourth floor play?” He gave me blue, sent me home, protected me from harm, and waited for me to be raised up in the spring. I was hunted down by three men and turned into a deer. He picked me up with a hook, and then he finished three times. Naturally, after the game, he invited me.
I looked at his home page, and I looked at many of his gold-blinking markers, and his 3,000-degree intimacy baby, whose CP name was “Cup.”
And then I accepted his invitation, and he sounded a little bit like him, with a little bit of lust and a little game, and we were surrounded by five people across the street, and I fell down and turned into a deer, and he asked me, “Do you believe that I can kill them all?” and I said, “I believe you, I’ll go first.” And then I left him and the five people across the street drowned him, and he actually took a five-shot shot, and I ran back with him, and he complimented me with “You’re the Truth” and I was all shy.
Play with Z is a happy thing. One time in the back wind, one of the teammates starts squirting me, and he says to the teammate, “Take care of yourself, just lay down, garbage.” I’m particularly fond of the boy who fought for me, and he did fly, not pretending. That night, we naturally added friends.
He looked at my friend’s circle, and he really liked it, and he said, “I didn’t think it was such a beautiful and good little sister.” And the next few days, he took me to play games, and he kept asking for a picture of my black silk, and I said I wanted a picture of his black silk, and he said he didn’t have it, and I bought him one on the peddle, and he didn’t believe I actually bought him one, and he thought I was joking, and he was surprised when the delivery came.
By the way, the next day when I played a game with him, I found his intimate relationship hidden and invisible.
I’m tired of remembering. I’ll do it tomorrow.
Qianjiang
I’m sensitive, he hides intimacy, I know he wants to fuck me.
I think he’s a slag, he eats a bowl, he feels a little jumpy, he wants to take two boats, and I pretend to be a pretty girl with a fake picture, and it’s bound to mean that we can’t understand, that is, we hide each other’s secrets from each other that are huge enough to jump on the moral bottom line, so meeting him at the same time means no end.
He changed his trumpet to take me, saying it was better to fight for the pressure, and he called me sister, and we went down to the canyon, and we played all kinds of fun things, like what a charlatan bridge set up to pull redbuff into the house, or what carcasses never turn back into bugs, which I used to find boring and meaningless, but with another person, it made sense.
One night we had a fight, and I ordered a little brother to play with him to make him angry, and I deliberately ignored his news. I played with him three times, and every time he came out I saw him in the war, and I didn’t know if he was watching me.
The third time he ended up on the line, and I said goodbye to my little brother, who went from a “team” to an “online” state, and his team came in and I called in.
His little number used to be called “Will he regret it” and changed to “Ten” tonight, and I laughed, and I said, “You changed your name.” He said, “I also sent you a gift, you looked in the mailbox”, and there was a change card in the mailbox. I asked him what that meant.
He said that I’m “Ten” now, and I’m waiting for my “89,” and she played all night, and I watched all night, and if she doesn’t want to be my “89”, then go out.
It’s a little sad, my heart pounding.
He said, “Sister, I see you’ve been playing with him, and I feel like you’re being robbed.
I don’t know.
But I said, “I’d like to be your eight-nine.” It must be sweet to think of this couple’s name, unlike me, half sweet, half bitter.
His trumpet and I tied the couple together, and he stayed with me all day long, and I sometimes wondered whether his other cp existed, because he was so entangled, he was so tight every day, I loved swimming in the summer, I liked to play with him in the morning, told him to go swimming in the afternoon, hung up a barley phone after lunch, and when I had finished swimming, he would just call me, and every day from dawn to dusk to deep night, he took my time, and I took any part of him.
The stocking I bought for him on the web arrived the day after the relationship was confirmed, and he took a picture of me, and I let him wear it, and he didn’t want to wear it, but he wore it because I bought a cosmopolitan stocking (i.e. one with an ass), not two socks, so he had to put it in one leg and slap it on me, to be honest, a little tempting. I told him he could cut off his thigh root, turn it into two stockings and put it on. He was worried about where to hide his stockings so that they would not be discovered by his family, and I told him that he could wear them all the time so that they would not be discovered.
Tomorrow at 6:00.
Tweedy.
I’m telling you, it’s always the same thing people talk about and do. Like me, I knew he was a two-boat scoundrel, and everybody was just playing, but he was actually playing games, talking, getting up and sleeping with a boy every day.
The turn of events happened when his trumpet was too long and the game was off, so he said to play with me with his other trumpet. His other nickname is “Swiss” and his head is like a girl with a bear. It’s obviously a girl’s number. I’m in a close relationship, and I see the number and the “cup,” which is my cp, and it’s my best friend.
I followed the point of the relationship by entering the cup’s home page to see her performance and to see her laugh.
Every afternoon, the cup and the toast play together, sometimes in the entertainment board, when I go swimming in the afternoon. When I’m done swimming, he’ll call me on time.
Oh, maestro, that’s great. It was a time when Rho Zhixiang went out of his way, when I and my best friend wondered how a man could take his time so well, and now it seems that the master is with me.
So I didn’t go swimming that afternoon. I told him that my aunt was here today and couldn’t go swimming, and he ordered me red sugar and milk tea, a name that was hard to remember, but it was really bad.
I was very careful when it was delivered, and I had to put the tea on the doorknob. I didn’t show up. Who knows if he’d let the salesman see what his online girlfriend looks like.
Does that mean I’m more attractive than the cup?
I think that cup is better than me, because it’s got a silver mark, which means she’s a king, but I’m just having a good time, and I’m jealous and I’m sneaking around with my unspoken trumpet and her best friend.
One day later, the cup agreed and sent me a message asking me who I was, and I didn’t return, and that’s the way the king was glorified, and I changed his nickname a few days later, and I became an invisible stranger.
Qianxian
A few days later, under my crouch, I invited her to join my team. When she came in, she was open, and I turned on the microphone, and she typed to me that someone was not in a good position to talk, but that she could listen to me and shut her own wheat off, and I think she was a little shy.
After all, we are not familiar with this relationship. It was so embarrassing to talk to one, I turned off the microphone. In the game, she typed and asked me if I could play with her Zhuge Liang.
The cup is a very caring little sister, and there’s so much tenderness in the game that she doesn’t come back and fight me when she’s got the blood on her head, and even if she’s bloody, then I’ll fall down and die, and she takes me back to the defensive tower and beats me up, and she’s doing a great job.
We played all afternoon. I took my real one.
A gentle, sturdy girl must be particularly attractive.
I’m feeling a little restless, you know, and I know he’s got a C.P. and I’ve agreed to be with him. What’s the difference between a threesome who knows he’s got a family and an interposition?
The more you want, the more you want. I don’t have anything to do with their story.
I’m just a network friend. I’m not stuck here. But I couldn’t keep it down. I’ve never been so good with a person of opposite sex since I was a kid, and I’ve always felt that guys hate me behind my back, and I’ve never been happy with a guy my age.
I started to distance myself from my CP, and he told me to play games, and I said I had to study, and I felt that my life had been too bad, dressed in a pretty girl’s costume, and I was still the fat, stupid soul.
For the first time, I wanted to lose weight and discipline my life in particular.
Every day I come back to him with less and less information, just to exercise every day and not stay up late at night to play games, and I feel like I’m in a much better mood, and I’m not in the online world, of course, I’m in a game.
At the very beginning of his alienation, “Cheers” will send me daily messages asking me what I am doing and why I am so indifferent to him and condemn my cold violence. Later he seemed to have little to say, saying good morning and good night every morning.
That day he sent me a message that he had had a nightmare, that he was going to go shopping with me, that he was passing through a bunch of bushes, that he was going through a few bars, that he was going back, that there was a ghost in the back and he was running.
I went back to him and said, “Well, ha-ha-ha. It took him a long time to come back to me and say, “I wish I had known you from the beginning, and I didn’t have to be emotional like a fool.”
I cut myself.
“You’re the one who’s not happy. # I don’t know #
Five times more.
I really…
At the same time, the message box of the Cup was popped out, and we haven’t spoken since our best friend, the first time she sent me a message, two.
“Don’t be unhappy.”
The second is, “If you’re unhappy, you can talk to me.”
It’s embarrassing for her to sit in front of her husband and tell her story of her love, the temptation to go home online. So to be honest, it’s obviously not an appropriate option to talk to the Cup.
But I wanted to tell her something special. I saw the two lines that she sent me, and I suddenly wanted to talk to her, and I couldn’t talk about them like my best friend’s usual worries, and I couldn’t say that I was alone in a man’s heart, and now suddenly a strange girl said to me, “I can talk to me if I don’t feel happy”, and I wouldn’t worry about the impact on my reputation in real life, even if I told her everything. So I couldn’t help it. I wanted to talk to her.
That’s what I told her. I told her that I met a very fond boy, but we lied to each other, that I exchanged pictures with him on a web map, that he actually had a big cp but didn’t tell me that I was just trying to play, that I didn’t expect to get caught up in this relationship, that two people’s lies, like snowballs, were getting bigger and bigger, that if there was a chance at first of all, and now they’d be lost, and that if we split the two things up, we’d have to split up, and I wouldn’t want to split up with him, but if I didn’t, I wouldn’t.
The cup responded quickly, almost as soon as I sent the message, and her chat box showed that it was being entered, but she didn’t see anything coming out, and it took me a long time to send a long line of “…”, and I waited for a while, and she never returned to me again.
She probably thinks I’m doing this kind of thing badly, and she doesn’t know what to say about me.
Besides, he didn’t say good night to me tonight. After the Cold War, he insisted on saying “Good Morning” to me at 7 a.m. and “Good Night” to me at 11 a.m., so that the two were in contact. Maybe when he told me his dream, my pompous “ha-ha-ha” hurt him, and I know the feeling of a passionate response to a man with a long message, but I can’t, I don’t know how to get back to him.
When I close my eyes, I feel like I’m going to be insomnia tonight, but I didn’t think I’d fall asleep in a second, and I woke up the next morning, and I saw two.
He sent me a message at 3 a.m. saying, “Good night.” It seems he was the one who couldn’t sleep last night. I didn’t return him, I didn’t know anything.
Another one.
I gave her a thank you face bag, and if she knew the story was about her cp, she didn’t know how she felt.
But after telling her about my secret, it seemed like our relationship had been drawn up at once, and I almost stopped taking my big number because the big one would no longer play with me.
I played a game with her on the trumpet, and while the cup was shy, never driving in the game and listening to me, it was easy and comfortable with her, two girls, and I laughed and screamed.
And me and him… since I didn’t come back to him that day, we haven’t even had the last contact.
Time really dilutes something, as I now think of “Cheers”, but it’s just a melancholy missed and unhappy, and it’s not like the last few days have been so hard to do. Or maybe the cup is my cure, the joy of having fun with her, so I forget the pain for a while.
Update on 8 February_
Love rushes and spreads fast. I’m with him, too. They don’t seem to be together either, because I saw him change his name instead of “Cheers” or “back.” I’ll return it to her? His name is romantic like a poet.
Then one night I sent a message to the Cup, and she didn’t reply to me all night, and I was a little angry, but not for an hour or two. At about 9:00 a.m., she sent a message that my grandmother was dead.
This was the first time that she had suffered the death of her loved ones, and she gave me a few short lines, which could have psychological effects, each of which seemed to be tired. I’ve searched every step of the way, how to comfort a good friend who suddenly dies, and I’ve always said it, but I don’t think it’s right. I was really in a hurry, and I felt like I was stupid, and I was off the net, and we were online, but the feelings were real, and now she’s in pain, and I don’t even know how to comfort her.
I ended up with a long line of words to her, and I said, “Baby, I’m sorry to hear that, I know you must be sad, that old and old are things that everyone has to go through, that we can’t stop, that I don’t know how to comfort you because it’s not right to say anything, but because I know you’re sad, that you have to come to your senses, that your family must be busy, take care of your parents and guests, so take care of yourself, and call me if you’re unhappy. Grandma was with us all the time, just a different way.”
That’s what I said. At that time, I wrote it in my tablet memo, and I copied it to
That night, at about 11:12, she sent me a message asking me if she could join me for a night at Grandma’s house.
I didn’t even think about it. She called right away.
I said hello, she sends a message, go to sleep.
I don’t know what his purpose is, pretending to be another person and staying with me. But that night, I suddenly knew it was him. It’s him.
If this is a novel, this is certainly a three-way story, with dog blood to push it. Because I recognized him in a way that was neither stimulating nor unique, I just called him at night and suddenly came back and recognized him.
Just like when he was a child at home, he could hear the different footsteps of his mother to come home, the familiar one after the barley line was a whole summer holiday night, and he didn’t say a word, but he told me that it was him, and he walked in his footsteps, that it was him when he went to the toilet, and that it was off and started when he washed.
I remember her playing with a silver mark, and she said to me, “I can’t run away, maybe after being honest with each other, it won’t end as badly as you think.” Remembering that he said he wanted to never know me, thinking about the first time she played with wheat she suddenly closed, thinking that she had told me that her excp was a very annoying person, that she encouraged me to learn and to lose weight, and that no one could love me. Why is he so gentle to me, and I am fat and deceiving, and if it was only my fault, why does he not condemn me, nor show off, but rather stay with me in this way? Does he still like me or does he want revenge?
It’s true that people can cry when they cry, especially if they don’t make a sound. My sense is that you’re thinking too much, but it’s not too much. How can anyone think too much without reason?
The days that followed were still the same, and I didn’t think about what to do. I’ve had a hard time in my senior year, especially in my senior year, and I’ve been learning a lot, but I’m still a little restless, I like to skip classes, and I’ve been through it. Until he told me he really wanted to go with me. I know he can do it, but I didn’t even get two lines, but he said he thought I could. We plant a tree every day on a learning software, and whoever sneaks on a cell phone tree dies, and I film him on a question that he won’t, and he sends me the solution on paper, and in the middle of the night, he sends me a note that he wrote, and it’s like, “We’re all black horses.”
After the last English exam, I sent him a message, “Thank you, zhb.”
He said, “Ha ha ha, you know.”
I talked to him about lying to him and apologized to him very sincerely, and he was so impatient to forgive me, and he was still so angry when he talked about it after so long. He said that he had been so angry since he was a kid, that he had been so angry all day long, that he had been so upset, that he wondered why I suddenly ignored him, but he felt that he had done nothing wrong, that he wanted to stop talking about me, but he couldn’t help but try to get through it, and that the day that he borrowed the cup number to listen to the whole thing, it felt easier than the other day, probably because it was mainly me who was not there. The two people are more fortunate to be together than they are angry to learn about it.
It’s his brother’s number, it’s a name they used to call, and they’re a little gay, and the other one is called “Cheers,” and I didn’t expect a good brother to name it. He was on his brother’s number that day, and he was on a team, and he didn’t think he heard me, and he scared him, and he shut him off to see what I wanted to do.
I asked him why he had to close the relationship the day he met me, and he said that he saw me in a very close relationship and felt that he had only two intimacys, which he did not want to make me feel like he was a very few.
The math was hard, he was good at math, he gave a lot of points, and we couldn’t sleep the night of his grades, he showed me his grades, he said he could probably go back, and I reported a regular 211 in Shanxi, and my mom was so happy that she cried the day of her grades, compared to every one of my grades from junior high to high school, which was probably the best I ever took.
I learned to play Zhao Yun during the summer of my high school exams, and he’s been through a couple of games, probably with the wild king, and I’ve got a little bit of the potential of the wild king in my mind, in the face of the three roadmen, I’ll take a blue one myself, and I’ll give him more.
We met in Taipao because I was going to see how my school was, when I was almost 40 pounds thin, and I was a 140-pound fat man, wearing a white short sleeve, taller than me, with a little lightning tattoo on one of his hands, which didn’t look so bad, but smiled very softly and had a really special temper, and it was strange that the opposite was happening to the same person.
We stayed for seven days in two rooms in the same hotel, there was nothing special about Taipai, we went to the playground, we didn’t take the Ferris wheel, because the Ferris wheel was broken, we went to a boring, unterrified haunted house, he went to the zoo to look at the camels, he tried to feed the camels, but all the camels were on my side of me, and he kept my hand together, but without kissing, the kiss candy I prepared, and we were a little shy. All the first time I was with him, the first time he kissed me, I went to see him in the first half of the year, and he suddenly saw me surprised, and we kissed naturally.
Then, in the middle of the semester, we split up. Like many broken-up couples, we never got in touch again, and once in the dormitory, they asked me to call my ex-boyfriend, but I didn’t dare to. He was one of the nobles on my journey, but unfortunately we couldn’t spend our lives together.
He changed my view of love, and I was always sensitive and humbled, but he made me feel that I had been accepted by someone to love me with all my shortcomings and shortcomings. I accepted myself through him.
– – End of story – and the author’s bullshit – –
I was just so excited to see this, so I wanted to take a look at my love.
Building a circle of friends with a map is a very extreme and wrong choice, and these days I get a lot of personal letters from girls who tell me that they want to try and find love. There’s a saying that why do you not use a web map, but I think that whatever kind of interpersonal interaction, or rather than based on a lie, this lie will sting you more and more as it gets deeper and deeper, and I’m a real example, and you think, is it my character he likes or the face of that girl? It’s really a painful thing. And I’ve always owed her an apology for the stolen picture of the girl. It’s against morality and law. It’s wrong. I’ve done something wrong, but the fairies who want to do it have not done it yet.
Finally, as a matter of fact, cyberlove is not a good thing. I think that the network is another way for people to interact with one another. It’s illusory, but it’s real in many cases, depending on the person you meet, and whenever you want to protect yourself.
I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
