SofarLunar

"I endured this pain day after day, drowned in the ocean of tears that weren't allowed to leave my eyes. I held on for long, but they didn't love to see that, they stepped upon my head, content to watch me drown in the emotional mess they caused."

Seven relationships and all were doomed from the start. The same issues and the same outcome, all the girls he loved left him, cheated on him, stabbed him in the back. 

Was he hexed? Was he really the problem? Why did they never last? Chang Wu didn't know. All he knew was that, they were breaking his heart to smaller pieces every time they walked out of his life because he couldn't 'afford' them. 
 
He'd tried everything to the extent everyone called him a simp for women who wouldn't even do half of what he'd done for them. 'Why were all middle class women the same?' Why hadn't he met one that wouldn't push the burden of financial responsibilities on his shoulders. The more he thought of it, the more he bore hate, until he decided to give up on them, and aim for something higher. 


Dating a rich woman was his next step. As impossible as it sounded and difficult to achieve, he thought the woman on the magazine cover that caught his attention would actually love him, not because of money because she already had that. There were problems, he had to live falsely to catch her eye and watch out for potential threats to avoid the truth from getting exposed, but how long would he pretend to be the opposite of what he truly was? How long would he lie? How long would he continue to live in fear? And most importantly, how would he put an end to the facade without getting his dream woman hurt?

Why I hate Middle Class Women

"W-what?" Jessica wondered what she meant by that.

"You're here, but you're so far away" Lijuan pushed the book down, wanting to see the girl's face closely. Once it was out of the way, Lijuan stared at her while Jessica looked away, a sudden warmth in her face caused by the intense look she was getting from the girl in front of her.

Jessica wanted to say something in her defence, but she was scared she'd sound stupid and weird. She'd always wanted to talk to her, but now that she had the chance, she couldn't. She didn't feel worthy enough to talk to someone like her.

"Do you need help with your homework?"

"Okay. I can see you're not so good at math, but I'm here to help so you'll also have good grades, and you can be number one."

Part IV