I still don't know why I made that choice that day...
"I remember it was winter", I wrote this sentence in my diary. It's not to freeze the beautiful moments as people say, but just to not forget my youth, even though it seems like it never came.
I sometimes smile when others talk about past romances, but never participate.
I'm an extremely introverted person. He has lived in a repressive family environment since he was a child. My father—to be honest, I really don't want to call him that—is a powerful and clueless alcoholic. My mother was very irritable and would come into my room every day without knocking.
Her appearance gave me a chance to breathe, and also made me shed tears.
And what I want is never a so-called "result".
Purpose: Those clumsy efforts for youth can never be priced in results.