When will I be able to stop being alone, when will I be able to be confident and proud, when will I be able to be ranked first in my grade?
I re-read my old diary, and found some scheming and darkness that look ridiculous now, as well as many novel ideas. Sometimes I want to go back in time, slap myself in the face, and tell myself to focus on studying. But more often than not, I want to hug my former self.