There are always some messy feelings that I keep in my heart and don't talk about the discomfort, but it seems unnecessary to go around looking for someone to talk about it.
Then write a small diary, just a few sentences and scattered words. You don't need others to understand or reply to it. You just write it for yourself. These are all irregular memories in my life, just small dust.
The original picture is of Ibuki Satsuki~~ Hehe, let me clarify~~