When you are sad, cry when you need to cry. The so-called tears are good things that can wash away the sadness and grief.
It all seems like I screwed it up, doesn't it?
yes.
em, I'm sorry.
Please say no more, OK?
OK.
For the first three episodes, I really couldn't convince myself that I liked this girl. So much like me.
We are always pretending to be okay, pretending not to care, pretending not to love ourselves, wanting to be valued and afraid of being approached by others. She fucks everything, she refuses to come, even the men of her friends, I am different, I refuse all of them, I have contact phobia, and I am not good at same-sex. .
Both of these extremes stem from low self-esteem and lack of security. I pushed away the person who was close to me again and again until I was sure that he would not leave before I was willing to eat three meals a day with him.
This obstacle comes from family education.
Hateful people must be pitiful. She has a normal family. Her sister hated physical contact with her, her father didn't welcome her visits, and she was like an enthusiastic and blind fool who thought she could be honest with the person she liked when she was naked.
Obviously, this family doesn't know how to love. Although they care about each other, whether she is doing well or not, whether she is lonely or not, they just can't hug, kiss, and say some touching words that I love you.
In the fifth episode, she said to her sister can we try hugging. Carefully confirm that my sister will not push her away again.
I remember her father saying this, you are inherited from your mother.
Why do I live like this, like a baby vegetable that has been overnight, yuck, yellow and speckled, something that no one wants for two cents. OK I'm fine, I'm not as comfortable as the hair in a woman's vagina, fuck, I deserve it
By the fourth episode, I got to know her.
Looking around in the play, only she is abnormal, and everyone has scolded her more or less. Please, the people around her are even more abnormal. My sister who takes a bath with my 15-year-old stepson, a man who has the habit of touching his colleague’s chest, a group of women who spend money to help other people with housework, cut, everyone has failed so much, why do you keep bringing my shit to the dinner table and say, Is it good for dinner? I want to see how my father caressed my stepmother for dinner.
I'm very similar to her, I like to joke very much, but I haven't met a few who really understand my jokes. I even made a slightly exaggerated joke and became a joke for others to talk about.
My intention was to invite you to be happy with me, but everyone seemed to live a serious and unified life. I used to feel like I was drowning, I didn't dare to speak casually, and acted just by looking at other people's faces. But I am even more sad, I am very disappointed with myself, why should I care about other people's eyes, I will exaggerate my world.
When life can't please me, I can only make fun of myself, anyway, a person's laugh is also a laugh.
Crying and wearing makeup tonight, drinking a glass of wine, a glass of milk tomorrow morning, a sandwich, and a new life.
Are you going to keep working hard tomorrow?
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