But I'm not doing well.
I have a very handsome friend. I don't even believe that I can have an appointment with such a handsome man. Although he explodes my chrysanthemum, he keeps saying that my chest is small, but I don't mind. I even asked him to pretend to be my boyfriend to go to my stepmother's house. My stepmother keeps complimenting him for being handsome, which makes me very proud, although it is a bit disgusting. The last time we went to bed was before going to the exhibition of my stepmother. The next day he told me that he felt uneasy for the first time. He had never felt this way towards a woman. I thought it was a good thing, but he dumped me after the exhibition. He said that because of me, he recognized his feelings for another big breasted woman. He wanted to end this relationship and be with that woman. I also blessed him, and sometimes I feel like a pig.
I also have a good boyfriend. His name is Harry, and we are separated and reunited. Every time we break up, he will clean up my house together, then pack his own things and leave, but every time he leaves one thing behind, so there is an excuse to come back. Take it, or I will pretend to be drunk and cry at his door at night, and then we will reconcile. Because he has the habit of breaking up and cleaning, so when I feel that my home needs cleaning, I plan to break up once, which is very useful. We broke up the last two times, once because I watched Obama’s speech and masturbated; the other time, he told me not to masturbate, but I couldn’t do it, so we broke up. I thought he would leave his own things as before. He did leave it, but then he told me to throw it away because he had a new girlfriend and we couldn't do it anymore. I am not sad, but I am still a bit lost, like the sand that I have been holding in my hand has long since flowed away. I'm just a little bit lost.
I have an incompetent dad who has ignored us since he married our godmother. They bought a villa in France, but told me that he had no money, when they knew I had no money to pay the rent. Maybe in order to get along well with his stepmother, he obviously saw my stepmother slap me, and he didn't see it. No matter when, he never defended me, neither. I asked him, have you thought about my mother? He asked me back, have you ever thought about your friends, I said I have been thinking about it, and he said he did too. So he may be incompetent, but I want to reconcile with him, if it is not for my stepmother.
I have a sister who is not close. She belongs to the group of people who have high education and work and wear Burberry coats. She is a serious person, and I am a female dick, we think differently. Sometimes I would make fun of her and steal her things, and she would go crazy, but I couldn't help it. This is the unique way of getting along with our sisters. I stole a sculpture from my stepmother’s house. I wanted my brother-in-law to sell it. We split it up, but my brother-in-law gave it to my sister. My sister knew I stole it, so I let me put it back. After I put it back, my sister took it back, because she, like me, couldn't understand the aggressive face of her stepmother. She wanted to protect me. We became closer for the first time. I told her that my brother-in-law kissed me. Asking her to leave her brother-in-law and go to work in Finland is best for her. She promised me, but she didn't do it. In the end, she reconciled with the stupid brother-in-law and gave up the opportunity for promotion and salary increase. It's not that my sister doesn't believe me, she just chooses to deceive herself. And am I also deceiving myself and others?
I have a super invincible girlfriend. But because I slept with her boyfriend, she committed suicide. She originally wanted to be hit by a bicycle and accidentally hurt her boyfriend's heart, but in the end she was hit by a bicycle and then knocked down by a car, so she died unexpectedly, and she died in the end. I don't know yet, the bitch that slept with her boyfriend was me. After that, I fell into infinite miss for her. I ran the "guinea pig" cafe that we two closed together, but the business was very bad, and there would often be one or two fools who don't consume to rub the Internet. I'm almost out of money to pay rent, so when I have a business, I think of ways to make it more expensive. Tourists and people from other places are better off. Just tell them that London prices are relatively high, and they can't help it. I don't know if Boo will forgive me, but I really miss her. Miss her very much.
The irony is that when I was betrayed by the people around me, when I was desperate, it was a stranger who reached out to me, maybe out of sympathy, he agreed to my loan. I can continue to run my cafe, but I am still alone.
Maybe, I just miss my good friend too much.
"I just want to cry, all the time."
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