The story unfolds in the life of a vicious heroine. The heroine claims to be a person who is obsessed with sex. When the male god sends a text message saying if he can stay overnight, he will say that he has just arrived home even if it is 2:00 in the morning, then he will get out of bed to drink and wash the fragrance, rummage through the cabinet, put on high-end stockings and sexy underwear, and stand at the door waiting for the doorbell to ring, but he has to open the door as soon as possible. For a moment, he pretended to be disapproving to express his pride. Ons and offs with a cowardly boyfriend, use him, ignore him, complain about him, although he will also be heartbroken and angry, but know that he is like a puppy and will never leave him. The relationship with her sister is estranged and estranged. My sister tried to hug her, but she was frightened and resisted. After the mother died, the godmother stole her father, and the two lived a full and happy life. When they ran to their father's house at 3 o'clock in the middle of the night and opened their hearts, they said that they were a greedy, depraved, lonely, selfish, useless, and moral loser. , her dad just said, you get all that from your mother. She also failed to apply for a small loan for a cafe she and her best friend, Boo, run. Boo was her whole source of security, everything she could think of about peace and happiness. But Boo committed suicide because of her boyfriend cheating.
Her life is full of mourning, she can see it clearly, but she is bitter and mean to the camera, but in reality she pretends to accept it and keeps smiling.
Later, her sister promised her that she would leave the scumbag brother-in-law who tried to kiss her sister at the birthday party and had an affair, and even stole a piece of art for her from her stepmother's house and hugged her; Be gentle; Dad and her snickered over the salad and crouched down to pick up the food on the floor. The scales seem to be finally tipping her, but life won't give you the antidote for nothing. God still seems to be joking.
She was called by her stepmother as a servant at the art exhibition opened by her stepmother, thinking that the man who fell in love with her actually liked other women, and when she met her ex-boyfriend, she thought that she could continue the relationship, but this time he did not change his mind. "Don't make me hate you, loving you is painful enough." He was held by his new love with happiness written all over his face. The long-term future sister finally appeared, but she was in front of her with the scumbag brother-in-law. She asked her sister why she didn't leave her brother-in-law to pursue her own happiness, but her sister said that her sister took the initiative to seduce her brother-in-law. She thought it was absurd why her sister didn't trust her own sister, but she didn't want to be exposed by her sister, the scar that she had been unable to face and deeply guilty of. "How can i believe you? After what you did to Boo?" Because she fell in love with her best friend's boyfriend, she made Boo suffer, she ruined their friendship, and she gave her friend to the god of death. She single-handedly created her own fucking life.
It's such a slut, how can my sister believe her.
She finally let go of all her venomous tongues and jokes, and cried on the streets of London late at night, crying as she walked, until dawn. She walked to the intersection before Boo committed suicide, trying to end like her, but a car slowly stopped and rolled down the window. The man who had rejected her loan application took her to the coffee shop. She sits in a coffee shop she and her best friend run, and the walls are covered with pictures of their guinea pigs. She covered her face, hoarse. What kept flashing in her mind was the memories she couldn't forgive herself anymore, the memories of Boo and the ones she would cry in her heart whenever she thought about it. Facing the question of "What do you want?", she once smoked a cigarette and said with a smile on the corner of her mouth: "I just want to cry, all the time." Strange man, said that she also wanted to forget everything fucking, she was no longer cherished, no matter her sister, father, ex, male god. Her obsession with sex is only because she is attractive for that, but the only body she is proud of is getting older. All she has is a broken world. We don't want to face it, so we call it mourning. I'm very sad, I've been a little lost recently. But no one is born-sad, we die because we can't look directly at what we fear, so we let it sink. Even if you know that this is wrong, you still fall into the abyss of self-rationalization. The heroine escapes with sex, sarcasm, and disguise. She falls into deep self-blame and seeks liberation in sexual love.
But people make mistakes, so pencils have erasers.
So at the end of the play, the man who initially refused the loan and scolded her slut offered her a helping hand. This person, who was also crushed by life, redeemed her as well as herself. Full of slots, unbearable and trivial, this is the life of most people. We are decadent, we are indifferent, we are numb, in fact, all the crux is ourselves. We screwed up a lot, we ruined the first half of our lives. But we cannot escape. I have to say, stand up, the road is not over yet. Even if life is devastated. But we still have the right to pursue happiness.
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