These words were written when I was a freshman in high school, 3 years ago. Seeing these words always reminds me of myself running fearlessly under the scorching sun.
The trivial thoughts, absurd wishes, unspeakable embarrassments, and dreams waiting to explode in our little hearts are all recorded on the pages of time.
Childish and mature, shy and passionate, small and great, I have placed my little emotional monologues neatly in front of you.
Read or not, they are there, quietly existing. . . . . .
Conception: