Introduction:
Not all love can make people grow. Some love is like cement, poured on your feet so that you can't go anywhere.
My name is Su Nian, female.
When I was in second grade, I wanted to be a painter, but my mother stopped me. "What's the point of being a painter? It's just for girls."
When I was in the third grade, I had a younger brother. I couldn't say I was happy or sad. I just felt like I had become a vague existence.
Fourth grade, fifth grade, sixth grade, first grade of junior high school, first grade of high school...
Along the way, I fell a lot and cried a lot. I buried my home with my own hands and finally escaped.
I am not alone, I am a group of people.
If you are me, please open this book, the answer is at the end of this diary.
After reading this, please hug yourself, growing up is not easy.
Intention: Love yourself well
