There is a kind of love in which love is mixed with deep painful self-loathing.
When looking at that person, pinch your thighs, eat disgusting things, and deliberately find fault with him.
But sadly, she found that she still couldn't hate him, her heartbeat was still racing and her palms were sweaty.
We are actually so perfect for each other, but others say we can't be together~.
It turns out that the bottom line of fear in life is not being able to be with the one you love.
The above is my rare expression of convulsion~ Although the expression is very poor, the writing is light and easy~~ It has only one purpose, that is he, absolutely not abusive, warm, I have always detoured from abusive articles, tears, life is already hot enough, and being happy in the article is also a profit~~~~~~