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發表於 2025-12-28 17:04:13
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My dearest "princess" girl:
I've been with you for so long, so tired, so exhausted… From indifference to giving my all, exchanging dignity for humility, effort for disappointment, perhaps in the end I'll be beaten back to indifference.
You, who won't compromise for me in the slightest, are using your gender to try and make me completely obedient to you. The slightest dissatisfaction is interpreted as a lack of love. This distorted love has become increasingly rigid. I remember when we first got together, you wanted to go out alone with other guys for a week—168 hours, 10080 minutes, 604800 seconds. How shocked I was! Perhaps, for the past three years, I haven't felt safe for a single moment. I thought that losing something precious would make our bond stronger, but I never imagined that manipulation and unrestrained behavior could ignite passion at any time. Girl, please love yourself.
Let me tell you about my humility. I used time to prove how much I loved you, but you used time to prove how little you needed me, that you could leave at any moment. I stared at your retreating figure, unblinking. I used money and material possessions to prove how important you were to me, but you used material things to satisfy yourself and prove how beautiful and refined you were. How humble I am, trembling before you, unable to speak of dignity. Loving you feels like a journey of constant searching for hope, tinged with despair at every moment. It seems like every argument is my fault, that failing to appease you is my sin. Haha, how noble you are, my princess. But I also pity you. Such a self-proclaimed "princess" with a "beautiful" face, who sees herself as the center of the world, is fooled by fate, born into an ordinary family. How pitiful you are! I'm just a lowly farmer, uneducated, uncultured, and lacking in romance, yet you expect me to be completely obedient to you. How pitiful I am, my choice to believe in foolish love without any way out has been played by you. Grocery shopping, cooking, washing dishes, cleaning, or maybe I should feed you, haha. Hotels, entertainment, renting apartments… I'm so rich! I'm drowning in debt because of this so-called love. Birthdays, holidays, gifts—wow, you're so lucky.
You know, I've seen glimpses of your relationships with your boyfriends. You really love them so much, compromising, humbling yourself, even to the point of tattooing their names on your chest. You're such a good girl. Love is truly the most complex manifestation of human nature.
Lately, you've been back home, haven't you? Have you met someone new or are you engrossed in entertainment? You're busy all day, so busy you have time to scroll through WeChat Moments, Douyin, and Weibo but no time to reply to me. Haha, I know you best. I'm such a jerk, constantly messaging you, constantly messaging you. What a jerk I am! Haha… You seem to have a high opinion of yourself. I have to say, I'm really worried about how you'll manage your happiness in the future. Maybe you'll meet a man who loves you like I love you. Let's not talk about "liking" anymore. Liking focuses on appreciating strengths, while love is about acceptance. After being together for so long, I haven't even discovered a single good quality in you. Haha, you're so special, like a smooth feather, neither rough nor transparent. Oh, I was wrong. Actually, you do have good qualities. You're domineering, and you never admit fault after an argument, nor do you ever contact me first. You never admit defeat in a fight. These are the things I envy most. You know, how happy it would be if a person lived without warmth, with a cold heart, numbly making choices without emotional ties, always moving forward at full speed and also able to retreat unscathed. You know, sometimes, I feel like you're disabled. You can't cook, you can't make the bed, you can't even squeeze toothpaste. I remember if I didn't squeeze toothpaste for you, you wouldn't brush your teeth or be cold to me all day. Please, does that mean I don't love you? You won't eat if I don't prepare the dishes for you, you won't get out of bed if I don't give you cotton shoes, you won't even wash your face or hair all day if I don't boil water for you… Indeed, we don't understand the world of "princesses," and we don't want to understand. You're one of those people who want everything but have no resources, aren't you? Come on, the water's boiled for you, go wash up and go to bed, tomorrow's going to be even worse.
Oh, by the way, let's talk about your ambiguous male friends. I won't say who they are, it's disgusting. Your messages to them once made me think you were actually dating; otherwise, there's no way to explain the warmth and the subtle ambiguity. Such beautiful words! But to me, it's nothing but dirty betrayal, promiscuity after getting a boyfriend, and gang rape in love. How terrifying you are. You told me you have three boyfriends including me, more than that, right? Let me count from my memory: one, two, three, four, five, six, seven. You yourself admitted to doing *that* with three of them; whether you kept it a secret, I don't know.
Let go of you slowly. You're not worth it. Ugly without makeup, sharp tongue, and body odor; lazy, demanding, and expected to be completely subservient to you… Haha, I think your most suitable profession is a mistress, a rich man's lover. But, you don't seem to be good-looking, but that doesn't matter. What if that man is uniquely ugly and has extremely high standards? Right? Anything is possible, just like how I once cherished you despite your cynical attitude.
Sigh, I won't say anymore. Every word I add feels like an insult to myself.
Finally, dear girl, I wish you eternal pride and aloofness, eternal insatiable desire, and never having any goodwill towards this murky world.
However, I also curse you. May you spend your whole life striving for happiness but ultimately receive nothing, may you try your best to keep your loved one but be utterly broken, forever accompanied by greed and loneliness, standing on the other side of happiness, watching it from afar.
I won't pray for your untimely death. Considering the despair you once caused me, I pray that God will grant you a long life, that the gears of time will wear down your carefree appearance and bestow upon you countless years of old age. You have a long life ahead of you, please be well.
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發表於 2025-12-28 17:03:51