A friend said she was heartbroken and was in a bad mood, so she asked me to tell her some short stories to relieve the pain. After I typed a few short stories on my phone, she pestered me to tell more, saying that these emotional stories were more suitable for people like her who were lovelorn than the ubiquitous sweet love and bloody revenge.
I thought about it, and since I have typed it into words, I might as well share these stories with everyone. I hope it will be helpful to other girls who have lost their love.
This article is not positive and beautiful, it is like telling scary stories to boring people, but the timid should not listen; telling sad stories to happy and boring people, but miserable people should not listen; telling happy grudges to resentful people, but cautious people should not listen; telling more painful stories to the lovelorn, telling her that others are worse, sweet people should not listen.
Some things we thought would never happen.
And once it happens, it's just routine.
Just one piece of it constitutes the daily life of countless ordinary people.
To the girls who are lovelorn: things will get better in the future. That's fart, because people who are lovelorn know that the wound is there and will always be there. Even after it heals, it is still a scar and will never get better in the future. I just want to tell girls that everyone is miserable, and it doesn't matter. You can always be in pain like this, miserable, and live with scars, and you will also live very freely.
This article is composed of many ordinary stories about an ordinary woman's daily life. There is no profound truth, no Holy Mother, no CP, unclean, you can skip the chapter to read.
In short, keep a relaxed attitude, don't think too much, and just be happy.
Let me emphasize again: the whole text is not sweet, not sweet, not sweet.
Friendly reminder: This article is written for women who are suffering from lovelorn pain. Happy girls and men please avoid it and don't hurt each other.
If you are in the sweet and passionate stage of love and it makes you feel uncomfortable after reading it, please don't curse and delete it voluntarily.
When this article ends will depend on when the author's friends get over the haze of broken love. (This article is niche literature and has a very narrow audience. The main purpose of this article is just to write to friends, so the author does not read comments or correct typos.)
Intent: Small stories encountered by an ordinary woman in her daily life. I hope these stories can help lovelorn girls come out of their haze.