Just as the title says, this is where I record the eight years of my youth.
I don't know what defines the end of youth, or what marks its beginning, so please forgive me for calling the eight years in this book my youth.
These are my real eight years. Perhaps one of you will be lucky enough to read this, and if you see the shadow of someone you know in these pages, that will be a bonus beyond what I recorded.
During these eight years, I met him and became very good friends with him. In the fourth year, we became a couple. But today, eight years later, we have become strangers again.
During these eight years, I met many people and made many friends. There was genuine affection and betrayal, but in the end, I was still left with no one by my side.
There were many nights when I cried alone, and I made many wishes for my parents to stop fighting. Not one of them came true over those eight years.
But I think I have made peace with myself. I no longer avoid admitting that I once suffered from depression, and I no longer run away from the darkness of my childhood. I've come to understand that the world isn't simply black and white, so I want to preserve these memories.
Theme: Recording my youth.
As your junior high school classmate, I accidentally saw this article before and read it carefully today. How should I put it? Sooner or later, we all have to understand that boys are unreliable. The relationships in fairy tales in Korean dramas are very rare in real life. The only one you can rely on is yourself. No matter what kind of extreme emotions we are in, we should not long for comfort from a boy... When we become good ourselves, we will know that love is dispensable.
Are sensitive people prone to writing novels? I think the author is still very suitable for writing novels and campus essays. But reality is too bitter, novels can be sweeter It can be beautified a bit. The author still has a bright future! Ah, after reading this article, I realized that my youth is far away from me. I feel blurry when I think of my college days, let alone middle school and high school (I admire the author's memory. I probably didn't have anyone I liked at that time, and I probably didn't after that. I seemed to only like myself.
I wish you will always be happy like this
I hope you still believe in rainbows
The pace is very good, it's very comfortable to read, and the word length doesn't seem to matter.