My own hands will destroy everything I have because I simply do not want those things.  Even those were the bad things, the pent-up emotions that I had to endure...

Now I am more at peace

"Why did you choose this profession? You don't look like a whore who loves another profession."

"Maybe I was born a slut but I live in a situation where I have to be a good citizen. Talking about it makes me want to smoke drugs."

"You really are crazy"

The man sat up and changed his clothes.  He was my first customer so he had very stupid thoughts, on my part.  I will never regret this

I have relieved all my irritation with the old director at the company and his errand dog.

"How's the first guest, Lily?"

"Like shit, not happy at all. Even like that, it still hurts a lot"

"Let's come here and eat with us and then continue working. Looking cute like this, are you sure it's suitable for this job?"

"Shut up, I won't work for that fat, ugly old bastard anymore. You're a bitch."

I have beauty, cunning and intelligence.  So there is no reason for me to give in and work under anyone.  A beautiful flower that grows wild in the wrong place, even if you encounter passersby, it's a life like shit

A beautiful flower that is respected and cherished is no different from a moth.  When it's beautiful, everyone takes care of it. When it's ugly, they throw it in the trash

Laws of creation

"How much will it cost?"

"500 at a time"

"How expensive is that? You look so delicious, let's make it less"

Late afternoon, there was a second guest.  He looked so familiar that I suddenly remembered a friend

"Is it you, Hill?"

"How do you know my name?"

"Don't you recognize me? We used to be best friends, Hill? It's me, Lily."

Hill fell silent and looked closely at me again.  The boy that I secretly admired for his sincerity and simplicity, today I caught him going out with girls

"I said you would change, right? I remember telling you that 4 years ago."

"Lily..... Why did you do this? Hurry up and I'll take you home."

"Do you still love me, Hill?"

"I still can't forget her"

"But today you were blinded by your cock, Hill. I'm sorry, but I've changed too."

Hill and I knew each other through social networks and then he asked me to love him but I refused.  Hill was once the son I trusted

"Lily!!!"

"You're hugging me too tight"

"I'm really sorry"

I pushed Hill away, the two struggled for a while, then Hill accidentally fell onto the street.  He took out a four-leaf clover from his pocket as he struggled to get up after the fall

Then a loud noise rang out.  The truck came from afar and crushed Hill, while the person who caused the accident ran away.

In the dark night, the strong smell of blood lingered.  I sat next to the disgusting corpse and took the four-leaf clover that was still in Hill's hand

"Thank you for giving it to me....you promised me many years ago"

I sat there, took the drug syringe I stole from Anna's place and injected it into my arm

"Anyway, getting high under these circumstances is great, right?"

I looked up at the sky and felt that the night sky only had a few stars.  It looks so gloomy

My head still has echoes of pouring boiling water on the face of that evil girl who bullied me all through middle school.  Unlucky for him because he met me but also lucky because I gave him an eternal scar.

I'm going to die no matter what, I have to get revenge on those who hurt me... I also like making others suffer.  A woman in my company pooped to death from dehydration during diarrhea

Also because she dared to bully me.  I will retaliate against everyone... But why do I always encounter things like this?  Because I'm too weak, right...

During the high, memories kept appearing in my head.  Maybe it's because I injected too much, causing anaphylactic shock?

I missed the time when I was a kid and I was so happy.  But not anymore since I grew up, I would be normal like everyone else if I didn't encounter rapists.  They raped me right in front of Aunt Anna, but she didn't care.

I retaliated by putting worms in their shampoo and pretending to work as usual.  Then I asked my dear colleagues, why are your heads so covered in scabies?

Too bad I didn't kill them.

Another memory has gradually emerged, that of the grandmother who gradually raised me

"Lily, I will always support everything you do."

"Grandma, I'm so miserable"

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