Write about the growth of a girl, starting from the age of thirteen.
Some people are enemies from the beginning, and some people become enemies later.
Some people are not friends, and some people are not friends later.
What scares us is whether we can fit into the circle that we must fit into. Even if everyone thinks that we are one of them, the feeling of drifting still comes. After living for more than ten years, have we finally understood what is deep in loneliness? What is it? Is it to open my mouth and not speak because no one understands me? Or when I see the person I love the most and swallow my anger and only say a few words about missing her, it is enough to look at her.
In fact, there are fewer and fewer tears, less and less sincerity, more and more irrelevant nonsense, and more and more fake smiles that ignore the pain. Not lonely, but it's really hard to be alone. Is there no one who cares so much about us anymore? Time has taken away so many things, and in the end, even my trust has to separate us? I am so lonely when I am separated from you by space. Like a tree in the desert, like a reef in the ocean, like the last thorn on the branch of a rose waiting to be cut off for a lover, it's a little too lonely.
Later I learned that what growing up brings is not loneliness, but disappointment in the world.
There are many people and events worthy of disappointment. It turns out there are really many. Then being able to fall in love becomes extremely precious. It is really not easy to be able to treat your own people wholeheartedly.
It's so good that I met you, so good that my luck brought you to me.
Youth is not so painful, nor is it so happy.