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

Jennifer hoisted her plaster cast onto a footstool, clicking the remote control to scan through the channels. Every muscle felt tight, sprung for action, but she couldn't even walk. Even her face felt tight, like smiling just wasn't an option that day.

A broken leg meant no more performances and a long ass break until she recovers. She screamed at herself for the amount of energy she had piled, but she sat down there, unable to use any of it to dance like she normally would.

She wondered how long she'd cope without her screen time. Her company had explained to their fanbase about her absence, and it had a bad turn on the group. She continued to ponder on how long she'd get depressed and if she'd binge eat until she stars in 'my 600lbs life'.

On her third cycle through the channels, her mom took the remote and switched the television off. "What's wrong? You barely even talk to your father and I"

Part VII