My dear, when you read this paragraph, I think it is already 2020. I am you in 2019. This is what you wrote to yourself last year.
My 2020, this diary will be the most important thing to you. If you don't believe me, please take a look at your forehead to see if there is a mark like a calla lily. I sympathize with you.
You think I am a devil, I am hiding in a corner and spying on you, but don't be afraid, you are also hiding in a corner and spying on others. If you hate me, then you can try to throw me at the foot of the bed or lock me in a drawer, and then put heavy debris on it. However, don't throw me into the toilet. If you do, you will find that you are a clown who likes to play with the toilet. You will kneel humbly by the toilet, pick me up page by page, endure the nausea, carefully wash me clean, and then hang me out in the sun to dry. You are very cute at this time, because you will soon accept this farce.
Over and over again, you will work hard to convince yourself of your absurdities and mistakes. You will eventually be like me, writing things carefully for you in 2021.
A year later, you will still wake up from your dream, and there will be a diary by your bedside, filled with things from last year. Oh, by the way, your name is "Yiyi". I'm sorry, it was your poor parents who gave you the name.
Concept: reality, irony, rebellion, healing, thinking, transformation, dawn, funny