As an old young man who is wandering between the second grade of middle school and the sophistication, I want to yell when I see unfair things, and I also want to yell when I am upset. I have too many thoughts, and I can't express them happily. A living person can't let his brain cells suffocate to death, right? . .
Let me just say it, and you just listen to it, just treat it as a one-man show and support yourself. After all, it is a strange thing like an essay, and no one can use it as a diary!