There was a person who suddenly told me one day not to waste time writing about a person who has nothing to do with me. Even if it is just the beginning, don't try it, because it will only make you feel sick.
I savored this sentence carefully, and the more I thought about it, the more it made sense, so... I silently deleted the original outline, and then started to become confused.
Later, that person told me that I should write about high school, recall your original intention, record everything that happened in high school, and show it to the people you like.
I thought about it and nodded in agreement.