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

Life hadn't changed for Jin. Days became weeks and months, and in every single moment of every single day, his soul asked any god out there why he must still live. Nothing in his life was okay. He walked around the earth each day and pretend that everything was okay, while his mind was plummeting into nothing but an empty void.

All he felt was bitterness and with each passing year it grew like a tumour, pushing on the side of him that was serene, enveloping him in toxic darkness.

He wondered if it was fun to watch him suffer? To watch his failure to progress and move forward from his sickening life. The world drained him better than a vampire, giving itself youth at his expense.

All he had as friends and family were his painful memories, that were just the same as nightmares. They vanished when he was awake, but still returned whenever his mind trailed off in the daytime. Alcohol was the amber that brought peace and resolve to his soul.

Part II