When Murphy saw that he had made someone else's belly bigger, and he ran to the door of Electra's house and shouted I love you, he was surprised that he didn't know his fault and that he didn't log off. This kind of thing where people challenge the offline is actually very common. Not the most fucked up only more fucked up. The people I see around me, middle-aged gambling addicts and debts that forced their families to move around to avoid the creditors, and those who left a boy with others on the eve of their daughter's college entrance examination, are all things that happened around them. Life is too hard, they can say that external factors caused these absurd things to happen, but most of them are self-inflicted. Sometimes when two people are still in love, a small thing happens, one step is wrong, one step is wrong, and it is doomed to a tragic ending for the two.
Love also has a life limit. The occurrence of a love is doomed to its death, and like the occurrence and development of a disease, it is a natural law that we cannot stop. Although there are many couples who grow old, is there really love between them? Today, Mr. C said frankly and directly to L that he no longer loves her, but out of responsibility for her, as long as she does not agree with him to leave, he will never leave her. Mr. C is responsible. Two people have been together for a long time, and boredom is certain. The encounter between two people is curiosity, freshness, and fire, but in the end, only disgust remains. The seeds of hatred were planted in their hearts, and in the end, revenge came and went, and the resentment between the two would only get deeper and deeper. In the end, it was like a mess that couldn’t be separated. No one could tell who was at fault first. You can only go down with a pair of scissors and cut in two with one knife. We will never see each other again, and there will be no pain or resentment.
It is said that human beings are born to suffer. When we were babies, we were so perfect and full of vitality. Later, when we were adults, who could live for themselves? The world keeps taking from us and hurting us constantly. When we finally get old and die, which of us is not riddled with all kinds of diseases and scarred? So why go through it all, why not end the pain sooner? Maybe God is dead, maybe there is no answer to this question, maybe there is no answer for a lifetime of suffering, but maybe, at the end of life, you will suddenly understand that all this is meaningful? These are, after all, indeterminate things.
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