I like all sad things, as if I am going through my own growth process. I often pick up the computer and violently K, and I get scolded by my mother, but it still doesn't matter. Because I am me. Sometimes when I am in class, I think, why do I have to listen to the class, I am my own, why don't I go out? But I still don't have the courage to go out. Because I am afraid of my mother-.-||| I am very popular! I always have a lot of friends to care about me. At least now I am happy.