After entering college, I found that the men around me were all embarrassing... OTZ.
There are countless good person cards issued to me and good person cards sent out by me, not to mention the people around me... So I decided to find a place where no one knows who I am and send them out...
[Note that this article is still a real experience... The old rule is that in terms of plot, refuse to make bricks and refuse suggestions...]
[About 70% real events, 20% artistic processing + 10% imagination...]
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After spending my ordinary elementary school, middle school and high school years with nothing but a childhood sweetheart... I suddenly fell into a pile of embarrassment... The scariest thing is that everyone seems to be used to it?
…Is it my value concept of honor and disgrace that is the problem?
The author who has been self-doubting for a long time said that if I don't find a place to express my feelings, I will be suffocated... Lend me a place, it doesn't matter if no one is watching...
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It's a mess, a collection of short stories written wherever I think of them.