I don't keep a diary.
I mean, not keeping a diary in the traditional sense.
What did I eat today? My mother took me out to have fun.
But I have been imagining a diary in my mind that is only visible to me (I will not write it down, because as long as the diary is written down, it will be peeked).
I'm one of those people who can't be completely honest even in a diary that only I can see - but I can honestly admit my own hypocrisy.
Maybe this is life, who knows.
If I hadn't discovered that fictional diaries can affect so-called reality, maybe my life would have continued like this.
It's a pity... With the help of the diary, this world can also have what if.
Intention: Never forget the original intention