Make a Cocoon, Bind Oneself
About This Novel
When I was in junior high school, the tiny stars scattered by the sunlight through the leaves were my best interpretation of that midsummer. It records my obscure girlish thoughts and the best image of that midsummer boy imprinted on my heart. Ask yourself, I have never been a good girl as people think. Being bad-tempered was the wisest way for me to deal with losing control. Hypocrisy was the protective color I used most at that time. Not being too smart was the biggest feeling I gave others. Of course, I know all these things myself, because people around me have reminded me countless times, but narcissism is my personality background, and I feel distressed and proud at the same time. Although I don't understand why others always deny what I do, I'm also unwilling to listen to their opinions, so this makes me complicated. That's why I became less like myself after meeting him later, because I actually began to doubt my own personality. Once this kind of thing started, it couldn't end until I forced myself into a strong cage made by myself.
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