When all my passion had nowhere to go, when my love was not understood, and when I felt that no one might be willing to wait for me, I finally decided to write a diary. Write down the good things that may be forgotten by me in the future, so that I can look forward to life when I cry and no one will hurt me.
Have hope and want to spread hope. The writing is terrible, but when I read it I will understand how deeply it touched me at that time.
Intention: If you don't have any ideas, just write whatever you want