Ever since I met a single woman living in London who was always looking for a fuck in a yellow accent when she was frustrated in her life, she was a feminist who would tease herself at all times for not being qualified. That's right, I just like this tone of talent and it makes you feel bullshit at any time. PMB. Slap in the face at any time, change all the time. She'll tell you there's something wrong with me, but I don't want to be treated. It was so hopeless for me that I didn't want to change. It's unreasonable to be so conflicted about me, but that's who I am. You have to put on a veil of hypocrisy to dress up Taiping and tell me that the world is full of love, but this world does not accept mental disorders, inability to love, and homosexuality. Yes, I am cowardly, hypocritical and selfish, escaping love, escaping responsibility, escaping from self and others, I struggle in the abyss, grieve and sink, I am in the origin of feminism in the world, but I am by no means a qualified feminist, I cannot. Clarify where a woman's equality comes from. I can't achieve self-independence. I can't achieve spiritual freedom. I have no money, no job, no friends, no lover, and no moral bottom line. I kept trial and error, kept fleeing, kept falling, and never took the easy, comfortable and correct path with flowers and applause. Political correctness does not exist. But I never stopped longing for love, respect, love, closeness to love, no borders, no race, no gender, no age. Born as a human being, he has never stopped wandering and hesitating in his heart, never stopped the pursuit and eager desire for light, but always ridiculed the fear and incompetence of people in the deep darkness. Even each of us can be in that darkest moment at any time. In an era and society that is surrounded by consumerism, feminism, terrorism, entertainment to the death, and all kinds of doctrines, there is such a confused and sober, realistic and dreamy, ignorant and intelligent, bad and romantic, weak and rational existence, let I am as small as a grain of sand in the midst of the eccentric dance, as a sometimes isolated and sometimes obliterated individual, seeing a faint but powerful light, when I feel that this confinement has been locked up long enough, I will go to Tongyong. When the common evils were mixed, she came to tell me, "Like you, I am also sick, with a little the same and a little difference." Yes, she is like that.
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