Give me an accident: I, from being fat to being big, broke the thighs of hundreds of jeans. I’ve been chased by people online and I feel like I’m in love and I’ve decided to run.
As a result, I was raped.
Hundreds of messages blasted my phone, and strangers behind the screen scolded me with the most disgusting words in the world.
“I’m going to help you, P.
“Damn Pig,” “Ugly B,” “The Bus”…
All nightmares began the day of the meeting.
“Renewed for real experience, welcome to the seat with a thunderbolt.”
I was at a sweet shop with a friend of mine, and this was the first time we met after three months of Internet chatting.
I came with the determination to die.
Before I came in, I saw a girl in a Lolita dress.
She was wearing a fragrance dress with water and blue, laces and butterflies, a brown curly hair with the same color and a doll.
She was across the street, sitting with a boy in an off-white suit.
The boys were excited to say something, and the girls’ eyes were turned to moon teeth.
The men were handsome, the images were very good, and people were looking at their tables from time to time.
I’m at the door, and I just feel the thunder and the thunder!
The girl is my roommate, Ada.
And the boy across the street from her, I talked to her for three months.
The Lolita dress on Ada was given to me by Kiyoha, the original Japanese, a set of thousands, and I never worn it.
Ada knows when and where to meet.
I couldn’t sleep for a week, and I pulled Ada last night in the middle of the night and said, “I’m gonna die, I want to see him!” I’m sorry.
But anyone with an IQ of 80 or more can understand what’s going on.
Ada pretended to be me, came to meet my netizens.
None of this is just a coincidence.
We met around 2:30, and I left at 2:30, and I got a cab from home to Tai Gu for no more than 15 minutes.
On the way to midway, Ada called me: “Nina, I forgot the fire!” I made you a cucumber ribs for dinner. I can’t get away from work.
Sister, are you kidding me? I’m on my way. I’m gonna be late for this. I’m not going! “I broke up like a machine gun, Ada.
Ada’s got to get back to the fire.
I can’t shake it, I’m afraid the kitchen will burn, and I’ll have to turn back.
That’s what I saw when I got to the dessert shop.
What does she want? I’ll tear her apart!
The Lolita dress on her was the first gift I received from Qinghe, and I read the original placard for a long time.
But I didn’t even try it once.
The reason is simple, the dress is S, and my size is XXL.
Qing Ha wanted me to wear a dress and I passed by and said I’d see him later.
I really expect to get thin enough to get into this dress.
If not, the fat mover is more or less cute than the static.
And at this moment, I have to stand still, like a fish nailed to a wooden stool, struggling in vain to distort.
I don’t deserve to break her. I was a fake.
Me and Kiyoha met on a social app.
I’m in a lo circle, nothing likes a couple of pictures in the square, and if you don’t show your face, you can harvest hundreds of praises.
Don’t ask why. And when most people are just going to do a little show, I’ve had P.S. run out, long legs, thin waist, 90 pounds, 36 d, just a few more mouses.
It’s one of them.
Most of the boys came at the start of the exercise, and then asked if there were any other benefits, and the intention was obvious.
Qing Ha is no doubt a lo bitch, and after he paid attention to me, he lit me up every second and said I was really beautiful in my dress.
But he didn’t talk too greasy, and we had a little chat, and we accidentally lit up a few letters on the chat page.
When I first graduated, the firm that worked before, said to get me straight, and suddenly it just blew me off again.
I’d be in a lot of trouble if reality could use a PS fix.
Unfortunately, if I hadn’t, I’d have grown pretty, from fat to big, to grinding out my pairs of jeans.
Fortunately there are many people who like me online.
Last month, on my birthday, I sent a fine picture of the square, and I received thousands of compliments, and hundreds of comments are wishing me a happy birthday.
Qing Ha said she had a surprise for me, and the gift was this dress.
I once mentioned that I liked this dress, but it was out of print and the second-hand price was very high. I don’t know where the Qing Ha got a new dress.
“Did you get the gift, like it? I’m sorry.
“like. I’m sorry.
Of course I like, lo dress is lo motherfucker’s life, he’s hit my lifeline.
I’ve never met a guy who asked me for a picture but didn’t ask for anything but a dress like that.
This is fucking love. I’m lost.
Happy birthday, Nana, he whispered, “When and when, let’s meet.” I’m sorry.
“Good. “I made the devil promise.”
I’ve talked about a couple of relationships, but I’ve never met anyone. After all, the word “gone” was born for people like me.
I don’t know why, at that moment, I really wanted to have a real relationship with him.
I guess the dress was too gorgeous, and I was out of my mind, forgetting that the robes were usually crawling with lice.
We’re in Chengdu. Meeting is a minute.
But when I promised, I regretted it, and in my infinity, I delayed it for various reasons.
Eventually, the meeting is scheduled to take place in a month.
I only ate one cucumber and one egg a month and lost a whole 15-pound.
But it’s just from XXL to XL.
I can’t look like Ada for three months.
Ada 1 metre 65, 95 pounds, front and back, real money without P.
Lo dress on her, and on me, unlike mud.
Oh, sorry, I can’t even wear that dress.
I guess I already figured out what Ada was for, impersonating me and Kiyoha.
Ten meters away, I smell green tea.
I should get some iced coffee on her head and turn her into latte.
Why didn’t you see how happy she was?
Fuck.
I can’t watch.
I’m…
It’s gone.
Ada arrived at 10 p.m.
I sat on the couch waiting for her.
“Eat the night, cucumber ribs are ready. I’m sorry.
Ada rips off his hair, unties his belt, “No, I don’t know why you like this thing. I’m sorry.
“Come on, what does that mean today? I’m sorry.
“There’s no point in saying it. There’s a risk of online love. I’m going to help you. I’m sorry.
“You don’t have to pull this shit. What are you doing? I’m sorry.
Ada, it’s like he’s got a good scene, he’s got a long story about me and Qing Ha, and he’s doing too well. I’ve just been in contact with society, and I don’t know what’s wrong with people.
“And now you see, how is he?”
“Well, it’s good. I’m sorry.
“Ada, shameless, ghosts are afraid. Believe it or not? You’re just looking at him with money. You’re a girl!
Ada, who was a luxurious lady at a high-end mall, dreamt of meeting a rich man, but hated being called a girl. She comes home late in the night in a fancy car, leaving the driver’s contact details; at some point, she picks out people who have been assessed at 1,000+ restaurant points per person; and at the cafe downstairs in the high end, she slips his hands and opens up the neighborhood…
She always stressed that she wanted to live a life of her own, but that man had to be rich.
I know all that, and before that, I believe she’s not bad.
It’s just my own big mouth, telling her so much about Ki-ha.
Qing Ha, a rich generation, does not brag, but inadvertently reveals his superiority. We just met and he bought me a gift that’s over five digits.
At the time, Ada said she’d never seen such a big deal before she met her.
I found the treasure, and she missed it.
Ada crushed a piece of a melon by his feet into mud, “You don’t take pictures of yourself, do you think he’ll like you?” Your thighs are about to be covered. You’ve been offering this dress for so long. I’m sorry.
Ada threw the dress off my face and went straight for a shower.
After 20 years of fattening, I have experienced a lot of this humiliation, except for this one time, when I have experienced unprecedented fatigue. They were shaking, but they couldn’t move.
Probably hungry. I can’t even talk back.
Go back to the bedroom, the phone’s vibrating.
Qing Ha sent me several messages…
“Are you home yet?”
“Na Na Na, why didn’t you give me a picture? But it’s really nice to see you today.
I didn’t reply.
He published an instant photo of Ada’s back, with the text “Finally I Meet Lolita”.
I haven’t eaten in three days. I’ve even given up cucumbers and eggs.
Every time I went to the toilet, I weighed, but not twice a day.
I feel like I’m stinking, just not skinny.
I feel like I can’t feel hungry. It’s good.
Qing Ha never sent me a message on AP, and I guess he and Ada have added tweets.
I haven’t exchanged tweets with Kiyoha, because this social APP has a very larceny function. It sets out a series of meaningful letters on which two people can accumulate love and light letters.
I’ve been looking forward to lighting all the letters with the Qinghu, so we’re just talking on this APP.
It’s only a letter that’s all lit up, but unfortunately there’s no chance.
After a week of trance, Qinghu suddenly came to me on the APP and said, “Don’t know why, I feel like I’m still here talking and saying that I’m a different person on Twitter and he doesn’t know how to talk.”
I cried and fell.
Look in the mirror, I’m still fat, but fatty likes people.
I was very careful with him, and I said, “APP is our home, and it’s really easy to talk here, with a lot of people who know each other.
I haven’t spoken to him in a while. I’m really happy.
I’ll give myself up, I’ll lose five pounds, I’ll ask him out!
With this conviction, when the tigers were the worst, I went downstairs in sweatsuits.
I haven’t eaten much for too long, my legs are soft like noodles, I can’t run fast, I can’t stop breathing without two steps.
From running to going, to walking, to walking.
If there’s anyone around, I’m supposed to be funny. I’ve never seen anyone run at eight times slower.
The bottleneck of diet finally passed, less than a week ago, and I lost five pounds.
When I saw the figures on the scale, I cried and laughed, and I texted the river with tears and noses: “Do you have time to meet me in the afternoon?”
It took him more than half an hour to get back to “good.”
I flew to the bathroom to make up and got to the sweet shop half an hour early.
It’s the one with the first meeting, the one with Chun Hee-lu.
I put on an I-coded lo dress.
I wish he’d seen me and smiled like that the last time.
But I’ll be at 4 p.m. till dark, and then at 10 p.m. the dessert shop is closed.
Clear River didn’t come.
I was bored and brushed on my tweets, and suddenly I saw Ada issuing a circle of friends that was located at a five-star hotel near the Nine Eye Bridge.
In a bunch of environmental food photos, she ” accidentally filmed a man in a bathrobe with half a face.
It’s the clean river.
I didn’t send any more messages to Ki-ha, and I don’t remember how I got out of the sweet shop.
I don’t feel heartache, but my heart is empty as if I could hear the wind running through my chest.
I’m starving. I’m dying.
Back home, I took the next double rabbit head, Mom’s hoof flower, army panty helmets, little county liver swirling over and over and over again, and it cost 500 bucks.
The take-out came soon, and I ate it so badly that I could taste it at first, slowly, only mechanically.
I’ve been eating it all the time, and I can’t eat enough…
I couldn’t swallow until the food reached my throat and threw up.
When tears and vomit came out, We couldn’t help but wonder how many positions they had changed in the hotel.
I threw up even harder.
Ada hasn’t been home for days.
I’d like to move out, but the rent here is for six months.
Poverty and obesity are the five fingers I can’t move.
When Ada came home, I tried to be a invisible person who would never appear in a public area except to go to the bathroom and take delivery.
Every time I go out, I’ll come out with my ears on the outside of the bedroom and make sure she’s not here. Fortunately, I never met her face.
I had no idea what the day was, most of the day was slumbering, and I woke up in the middle of the night and ate crazy.
Until the Qinghu suddenly sent me a crazy message on AP.
“Nina, Nana, Nana, Nana, Nana…”
“Why did you ignore me? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry.
“At least give me a message, so I know you’re okay? I’m sorry.
“Nina, don’t ignore me.”
I thought I almost forgot him.
But seeing his information, his eyes are sour.
I couldn’t stand it. I said, “I’m fine. Are you okay? I’m sorry.
The Qing River is like a different person, and it’s like, “What’s up?”
After a little chat, I found something very shocking!
Since we met, the Qinghu has spent six digits on me, but suddenly I hacked him on Twitter.
I dropped my phone and ran out and hit Ada’s door.
Ada, in a real silk-laced pyjamas, like, “What’s wrong with you in the middle of the night? I’m sorry.
“You’re cheating on me! I’m sorry.
“We’re all grown-ups, you love me, I lied to you? I’m sorry.
“What do you mean, you took someone’s things and you blacked them out? I’m sorry.
“Oh, he lied to you at that level. What’s so rich and funny, just a programmer who’s not even local? If you like him, you play with him, and I won’t delay you. I’m sorry.
Bang-Ada fell on the door and I stood at the door like a dick.
The phone is shaking, the Qing River is sending messages, and I take a deep breath and say, “Come out tomorrow. I’m sorry.
Qing Ha returns “good.”
There’s no hiding.
At least we can’t let Kiyoha think I did those things.
The next day, it’s the sweet shop in Taiguri.
About three times, this time he’s really going to face him.
I’m 20 minutes ahead of schedule, and I ordered a five-food gin heart chocolate cake.
The cake smells good. I eat it in my mouth. I only taste bitter.
The Qing River has arrived.
He looked around, and the sight passed from me, and there was no pause.
I sneezed, tried to squeeze a smile and waved at him, “Clean River, here. I’m sorry.
He came all confused, “Hello, what are you…? I’m sorry.
I cleared my throat and I took a deep breath, “It’s me who asked you to sit down. I’m sorry.
He pulled his chair and sat down and he hesitated to ask, “What happened to Nana?” Why did you come here?”
We interrupted him: “I am Nana.” I’m sorry.
The mouth of the Qinghui has been twitched, and the eyebrows are frowning.
“I’m sorry, I wanted to explain…”
I couldn’t look at him, I looked down and whispered the story.
Qing Ha grunted and his face was undisguised.
I’m ashamed to die and I’m going to crash on the cake in front of me.
“I don’t want to talk more about saplings, it’s kind of weird. I’m sorry.
“But for the time being, my loss, please. I’m sorry.
I’m nodding, “I’m sorry, I’ll give you back all the gifts you bought me! I’m sorry.
“More than that, your roommate, I bought her a bag, a room, a meal…”
And I stammered and said, “But, that’s, that’s, that’s, that’s, that’s, that’s, that’s, that’s not my business.”
“Well, aren’t you two working together? I’m sorry.
They’re up to six digits of money for a relationship. Want me to pay for it? What did I do wrong?
It’s none of my business.
An hour later, Qinghe lost his patience and left with the following sentence: “I can’t see the money, you can’t take it.”
I don’t know. A relationship, a prison? The last time I heard such a fierce story, it was the famous old man in the entertainment business.
It’s really scary when it comes to reality.
I don’t remember how I got back.
A little bit of reason left me searching for something like this online to see how people handle it.
Fortunately, the money offered by Qing Ha for the purchase of gifts, the opening of a house and the eating of meals is an unquantifiable amount of money spent in love, which he pays voluntarily, and after that, neither to me nor to Ada. It’s hard for him to prove it.
I’m calm, I admire Ada’s methods, Chon or the old spicy.
I sent a message to Kiyoha, wrote a little essay, again apologized, said I should not lie to him and promised to send my gift back immediately. As for Ada’s part, I don’t want to get involved anymore.
There’s a read dot hint over there, but he didn’t come back to me.
I’m relieved, at least he’s seen it.
I thought it was over.
I didn’t think I’d wake up the next morning with a message from a cell phone, and there were dozens of unread messages on the screen, all from that social app.
I wonder where I’m going…
“Ugly B, act like a real B. I’m sorry.
I’m gonna light the second one, “Phone for you.
Articles 3, 4, 5
Spoiled insults, “bitch,” “fagilty B,” “bus”, “meat X”
I looked at myself and I strangled myself to make sure it wasn’t a nightmare.
Most of the messages are from strangers, and I haven’t been active on this APP in a long time.
I forced myself to calm down and look around.
It’s the Qing River.
He posted a moment in the square with a tag, @me, detailing how I defrauded online.
I pretended to be a lovable goddess, who spent six digits a month for me, and now he finds me ugly and fat, he’s got to die and he won’t pay. Out of despair, he had a moment of friendship with his fellow men, to shine his eyes, and to stay away from “Jobilo”.
There are four images attached, one of my P’s, a photo of me at the dessert store, and a copy of the P’s conversation I confessed to when I apologized.
The evidence is solid.
He’s on fire for a moment, and there’s thousands of people down there who follow his Ait’s account and find me and start humiliating the party.
I’m not going to be able to keep up with their scolding.
I’ll send a message to Ki-ha, ask him to delete the moment, and I’ll find a way to talk about the money.
The message was read, but he did not reply to it.
I deleted all the moments I had published, wrote a message at the top, apologized and explained that things were not made up in the clear river.
But it doesn’t work. I’m much less focused than the river.
Scolding goes on and on.
I can’t be angry with the man who sends the message, but they don’t make any sense. No matter how I explain it, they only attack me with more vicious words.
I feel like I can’t breathe, like I’ve got a million hands coming out of the back of the screen, and I’m strangled.
Early in the morning, I turned off the APP alert.
My heart’s been beating fast and I’ve been dizzy for a while.
I took two sleeping pills from a doctor, I turned over and couldn’t sleep, I woke up and had two more, I had two more, I couldn’t sleep…
I don’t know how many pills I’ve taken, but I’m clearly not feeling right when I lie down, and I used my best efforts to get a phone call out.
I woke up at the hospital, Ada.
Look at me wake up and she pushes me hard. “You’re sick, you’re gonna die. I’m sorry.
I laughed.
After sharing the rent with Ada, in order to have an emergency, I set up her cell phone with a long “1” button. Good thing she didn’t hack me. I got my life back.
And look at her again, it’s not abominable. She’s still beautiful, like the young Ling Liu.
“I didn’t want to die. I took the wrong medicine. I’m sorry.
“I see you’ve taken the wrong fucking medicine, or you’ll die, and I told you that Qinghu is not a good thing. I’m sorry.
“He’s really not something. I’m sorry.
I told her what happened to me when I got hit.
Ada looked up, “What the hell? Why is he so ugly? I gave the money to get out of the room. He sent the bags, all A. I’m sorry.
It’s my turn to stare.
Ada looked at me for nothing, “You think I blacked him for Mullah? It’s disgusting, sending an A package, not even a Super A, as if it was a rough one. And I don’t want to think that I’m a scrawler. I don’t have to do it. I can smell fakes 10 meters away. So, he’s kind of a bit of a bit of a lie to a little girl like you. By the way, your dress is fake, right? I’m sorry.
“I… I don’t know where I’m going.” I’ve only seen pictures, never touched objects.
It’s hard to say a word, fuck.
I was brought to the hospital in time to wash my stomach and not need any infusion. The doctor saw me and told me to come back early. The hospital bed is tight.
Ada pulled me away with his face.
Back home, I was in the room for half an hour, and I wrote a little piece describing this frightful web story, which was posted in the square, @Cleanha.
In less than two hours, there should be no fewer people than those who called me when they went to the comment area to yell at me.
Quick, send me a message to delete this moment.
I light his head — he’s from an artist’s planet, he’s home to a soft star, he’s very conscious, he’s creative, but there’s no sense of time, he should come and go.
It’s quite a description.
I really liked this guy before.
I didn’t answer him, and I said, “Well, I didn’t send you a straight face, but I’ve spoken so much, and my voice doesn’t look like Ada. Have you ever doubted?” I’m sorry.
He said, “Yes, but she is beautiful.” I’m sorry.
We said, “On the day you opened your houses, We sent you a message, asking you to come out, and you answered, but you did not come.” I’m sorry.
He said, “When?” I didn’t see that day Ada was playing games with my phone. Maybe she deleted it. I’m sorry.
Okay, I get it.
We said, “Cut me and I will.” I’m sorry.
He said, “OK.”
He erased the moment, and I emptied the dynamics, and the farce ended.
Finally, we are only half a letter to light a warm word that touches the soul.
Lahey, unload, never see again.
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I don’t know.
Keep your eyes on the road.
