"I think that maybe after a long time, we will no longer feel afraid or panic about the various confusions and pains we experience in adolescence, but now they bother me every day, entangled me, making me often inexplicably sad, so that I can't sleep, and then spend the time when I can't sleep thinking about what they are." I just want to write about some of the things I will experience at my age, the troubles that may not be worth mentioning, and the feelings that are not dramatic but you can never forget, and the people and things that accompany you. I think it should have a good ending. Because as long as there is tomorrow, we are all good.