I finally knew why they chose me. Romance debuts

It's really wasteful. They calculated that even if they terminated my studies, expelled me from the workplace, found people to harass me, kept stimulating me, kept seducing me, and trampled on me, I couldn't do anything to them. In the end, I will still be framed and persecuted by them, and then trampled on by the dwarf and ugly old woman in the name of my own will.

I can't do anything at all.

They control my environment, judge the standards of me, even if they lose their conscience, they still suppress me, frame me, force me, and dirty me, and I am the only one who is unlucky.

I confess that I could only be so angry that I couldn't be more angry, so helpless that I couldn't find my way until I was knocked unconscious, and then they began to force me to accept that perverted, twisted, low-level dwarf and ugly old color.

I can only watch them create all sorts of incidents and sue me because they need me to show that I'm weak, they need me to show that I'm incompetent, and they need me to show how much I adore them.

It's really worse than death.

I really can't imagine experiencing another time when the people around me kept instigating me, and then constantly belittling me, I was subjected to all kinds of oppression, and then I was subjected to all kinds of sarcasm and criticism, and I had to go to the so-called "love" of that short and ugly old woman, and I didn't want to die.

But I also know that even if I die, they will say that I died because I liked or loved the person they had set for me. I can't imagine the meaning of carrying it after I die, I can't accept it. I'd rather I be a murderer and full of evil. I'd rather I was a psychopath, tortured to death in a psychiatric hospital by drugs and all kinds of treatments, but I don't want to accept that meaning.

Always too soft-hearted, soft-eared, knowing that I was calculated by them together, all kinds of persecution, all kinds of suppression, all kinds of framing, all kinds of dirt, all kinds of trampling, but seeing them smiling at me to help me analyze, help me think about things, and then encourage me to fall in love, I always obey again and again.

Don't use an elephant to crack a nut. But, I'm a person, they're a team. I don't have that kind of strength, I can divide and cooperate, and everyone can kill each other by only doing one of them. I don't have that ability to make others unable to live, and the rewards and punishments of all kinds of circumstances are in my own hands. I don't have the ability to let the opposite sex violate it, and then splash dirt and say that the victim did it on purpose, and the whole environment looks quite normal. I can't do any of that.

I was a woman, and although I had been suspended from school, expelled from the workplace, and for several years, I had been infamous by various frame-ups, and my strength was not great, and my body was crushed by all kinds of stress and designed suffering. Although I am a woman, they don't necessarily need me to have any normal ability to reproduce as a woman, but they just need me as a woman to be trampled on by that short, ugly old woman, to satisfy his perverted desire for destruction, control of his desires, and all kinds of inferior psychological needs.

Things are getting closer to their plans day by day, and I can only be slaughtered, but I can't do anything about it, just like I did more than ten years ago.

If I resist, will I have a chance? If I resist, will it work? Will it be effective if I resist?

As always, I watched them invade me step by step, they created the outer environment, and I was trapped inside, like an isolated territory, they acted arbitrarily, and any voice echoed in this small environment. Any act of their unconscionable and any anger and rebellion on my part will eventually be interpreted by them as how wrong I am, or how noble they are, or how it has to do with love.

All my life, I was just a victim of their arbitrary trampling, and over and over again, I was repressed and framed, persecuted, violated, and repeated