My emotional journey has been very bumpy. At the age of 20, I have this childlike appearance. People say I am a cheerful girl, innocent. But how many people know behind the smile, the unknown me? I couldn't find anyone to talk to, and I didn't want my friends to know my sadness. This article should be said to be a diary. My own diary is not very interesting to watch. I just want to find a place to talk, find a quiet place to cry, and cry loudly.