I'm ready to break up with him.
There are still one hundred and eighty days before the breakup, and I don't know how happy I should be.
He is a very childish person. He is obviously twenty years old, but he can still knead the leftover noodles for making dumplings into various shapes, make napkins into Sunny Day dolls and hang them on the door, and he will pester me for a pack of spicy strips...
We finally broke up, and every day seems like a year.
Intention: Bad days are bad, unhappy days are unhappy, forcing a smile will not make the days better, if you want to be sad, be sad, treat the sky and the earth as the embrace of your lover.