How much love can be repeated.
Before 19, I always thought I was a lucky girl.
At home, I respect the old and love the young, and the well-being is the most popular child.
In the school, I am a kind of academics, diligence is the most favorite student of the teacher.
In the eyes of classmates, I am a lively and delicious and deliberate friendship.
The family pets me, the teacher hurts me, my friends like me. I don't have a direct level from primary school to high school.
I didn't live up to everyone's lug that year.
I have been admitted to a key school and get first-class scholarship in the first year. In the years, the family is proud of me, everyone thinks,
My business should be smooth,
And my other companion will definitely be as good as me, even more However, after 19 years old, I met him online.
He is a living environment and someone who is completely different.
His world made me full of curious and temptation.
I thought I was reasonable, but I met him. I loved him at first sight, his decadence, his swing,
His melancholy is strongly attracted to me.
My heart is jumping, like a chest,
I breathe, I have to stop, my blush is like a fever. He must be a master of love, and look at my heart at a glance.
I want to be his girlfriend because I am different.
Simply cute, and I am stupid thinking that he really likes me, I promised. I admit that there is a vanity of vanity, all of which are excellent,
Only don't be too confident on the appearance,
And he filled the last vanity of my heart. In order to this one hundred percent of the vanity, and 9% of the true love,
I paid 100%. In the first year of our love, I gave him countless life for the first time.
The first time I hold hands, the first time hug, the first kiss,
The first intimate contact ... I thought I made this,
He will move, he will be content, he will love me,
But his attitude towards me is not hot, often together,
He can not respond for a long time like a soul.
I often forget about us.
I can make me in the cold frozen heat, etc.
The concern for me is a little less, high fever for a week, I didn't even visit even in a time.
And afterwards, I didn't know. At that time, if you changed to a smart girl, you should kick him a foot.
And I am like a ghost, I don't blame him at all.
Instead, everything is considered for him, thinking for him. It's really stupid. In the second year, my mentor and family called me a postgraduate study, I gave up,
Everyone feels strange, parents are even painful,
That is the first time they are strictly reprimanded, but there is no effect.
Because I want to make money, I don't want his expenditure too much.
Although he has never been in my body, he has never been in me.
I applied to the school to work, because I usually perform well in school.
It's easy to find a good unit,
I divided all my income for half, half of me half. I still remember that his birthday to help him buy a double shoe.
Eat in the province for a month, don't take bus;
In order to help him pay back, I registered blood,
Take the nutrition fees and the money given by the parents, it is still not letting him know,
I am afraid, he will worry, but now I think he may not worry at that time. It's stupid. In the third year, I was pregnant, God, I am in a hurry to die.
Can not let your family know,
And my disease is also starting slowly in this year.
(I didn't let my family know, because this boyfriend is really not seen, I understand this.
But I still plant a blind spot in love, let the love,
I often feel sad about my indifference,
I have to hide these unpleasantly all in my home.
I have to smile, there is no venting, that day is really difficult) I still have to be hip hop, laugh, laugh, laughter, laughter,
But the heart is in an urgent complex, I finally have a aunt who is a gynecologist.
In order not to let the hospital know, we secretly do people in the evening,
No nurses, no anesthetic, only ice-cold instruments are agitated in my body. The flow of people will be very painful, and the lack of anesthetic aid is even more hurt, I want to die.
People who have never experienced it must be unable to imagine how much pain. I have the ability to call, but his hand holds my mouth,
Don't let me say, I also understand the night's deep hospital,
It is this surgery.
If you pass the sound of Skin heart, you will definitely know. I can only bear, I cry and look at him.
From his eyes, I first saw the eyes of pity.
I know that he is hurting me, tears can't help but flow. After surgery, I lost a lot of blood.
His mother and aunt gave me some money, and I took a good rest. And I gave him half of the money and went to work in the next day.
The reason is that I don't want to lose this kind of pay,
Because his eyes made me see hope when surgery.
Moreover, he vowes will work hard, to read,
So I have to work harder to make money. In the fourth year, I graduated, he creded his commitment to find a job.
And start reading, because he is very ridiculous,
I can say that I will learn together every day, and pay tuition fees for him.
In order not to let the parents suspect, I have to pay a sum of money every month.
This way, I am not playing two workers.
It is the moon and shellfish, and they can take care of both sides. Fortunately, under our efforts, he finally took thenate undergraduate,
And because the work performance is good, it has also improved the supervisor.
This makes it feel that I will have the future and what I have to eat is worth it. But reality is not so beautiful, he is really difficult to change,
I have a relationship with his customers and let me see it.
At that moment, I saw them intimate, I really hate hate,
If there is a gun in your hand, I will kill them, my brain is like being blown.
I ran out, I told myself to cry,
I can think that for so many years, I am doing against him.
For him, let him give up,
Finally, I still can't live, I can't stop. That night, I went to the bar to stay a night, drink a drunk, I want to forget everything. I went home in the morning and found that he was at downstairs.
I don't know how long he stayed, I don't want to know,
This has no meaning, he is very hard to hold me.
Understanding, but I can't hear it, when you struggle,
He suddenly made up, I know he saw the red mark under my neck,
He thought that I was degraded.
In fact, I just hit the horns when I was drunk and dance.
I ridiculous, he is clearly a bad person, but it will care about this.
This, let me hate it more,
Let me see that he is a narrow person,
It seems that I have made him a wrony.
I don't want to explain, let him think so. After I went home, I tried my grief and my parents who said that now I don't want to go to study, they are very surprised.
But also agree, because they want me to go very early,
I have never been willing. I found the best friend talking, I can't stand it before she.
It's completely collapsed, I told her a bit of drip for him for a few years.
As a result, we have a crying together, and our feelings have improved.
I called my work and told my parents to say that I didn't say it.
I changed the number and went to the field. Because uncle is a secondary, the university score is very good.
Identification proof three months, I will leave when I don't delay. I can reach Germany, I know that I have had depression,
I don't believe it, I will not believe it, so I will live.
How can I get this disease, I am very clear about what I do.
It will often have an illusion when they are ill, recall those pasts.
Then cry, I am inexplicably getting, or even hurt myself. I am scared, I hate why myself is going to live in his shadow.
Fortunately, I am a strong child, I accept treatment,
On the reading, I listen to the doctor,
Transfer all efforts to read, take medicine on time,
Do more happy things, don't think about the sadness of the past.
I finally gave me. In the second year of Germany, I can say that it is a successful ring. I graduated from this year, I returned to a long time.
Looking at the family or treating it, I am proud of me or so.
Let me find that kind of feeling that I have lost,
It's really a happy happiness. A week later,
Friends suddenly let me go to a website,
After reading a post, I once again arouse my memories.
That one word, a sentence,
Always make me difficult to believe in him. Is he confession? My best friend was sold by him.
Maybe she is really touched, but she is not me. She may know me hurt, I don't know how pain I have.
She may know what I hate, I don't know how hate I have. His three years of waiting for three years of payable? Does he save money with me for him? The so-called things that he bought
Can I better than I don't eat what I bought for him? He is full of love, love you, governing heart type
Is it a ratio of love and grievances to him for three years? His pain on the waist tattoo
Can you compare with my pain that I am abortion? My pain has just stopped, my life began to recover slowly.
But you want to enter again, the 19-year-old first love, exchange countless scars,
I have given you the most true love to you.
The six years of years have made me no longer simple as paper. Do you want to bet again again, do you say that I need to bet once again,
Will you talk about more than six years of punishment?
