My bloody and tearful memoir of a failed relationship.
80% Are real events, and the remaining 20% are artistic processing, without fabricated plots.
Because it is a real event, there are many precautions, strictly follow them, otherwise don't come in!
1. Because this is a real incident, no speculation is allowed.
2. Because this is a real incident, please don't make any suggestions about the plot.
3. This is indeed my personal experience. If there is any similarity, it is not a coincidence, and it cannot be plagiarized by me.
4. When writing this memoir, I feel both sweet and painful (ok, this is a ridiculous statement), so I write when I feel happy and stop writing when I feel unhappy.
5. Because it is a real incident, and I don't want to use too much artistic processing to make it look false, so it is probably a running account.
6. Please do not reprint - although in theory no one will reprint this kind of article (because it is a real incident, I don't want "him" to see it. And most of jj's readers are women, so I feel more at ease)
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If you want to say, "Damn, there are so many rules in a single article!"
I can explain.
I'm not happy with this article, but I don't want to leave it on the computer, and even "he" knows the password for my qq, so obviously I can't post it there. Most of jj's readers are women, and as far as I know "he" doesn't come here to mess around.
Sorry, if I use this place to vent my emotions and there are so many rules that make you unhappy, please forgive me.
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Regarding many people saying why I am so calm after receiving the good guy card...
The name of this article is "The Late Good Guy Card", which actually implies that "we may have stopped falling in love a long time ago"... Maybe we have never loved each other before, and it is the feeling of "honey, this is not love" (I am actually not sure about this)...
After all, breaking up is called a breakup, and rejection of a confession is a sign of being a good person, right?
Conception: