When I was sorting out the bookcase, I found a diary. On the upper left side of the hard red cover was the word "Dream" embossed and gilded. The diary recorded a person's deepest thoughts at that time. It felt strange to read it, and I couldn't imagine that it was written by myself. When I look through the diary, I always have the feeling of peeking into other people's hearts. I can't imagine what the person who wrote the diary looks like, and why there is no trace of this person in me now. But there are indeed some impressions of what happened. This article is the original text of the diary that has been fabricated. It is not interesting to read alone, so I post it here for everyone to enjoy. All names in the article are pseudonyms, and the format remains unchanged. If there is any similarity, it is purely fabricated and there is no need to bring it in. Thank you very much.
This diary looks more like a collection of space quotations from Secondary 2, but I think this may be the best solution for me to express my true feelings at that time. There are many inaccuracies in the preface and postscript in this article, which are caused by fragmented confession. It can be said that this diary is an object that reflects the trash can in the heart into reality. If the content makes you feel uncomfortable, please forgive me.
There is no need to re-discuss everything that happened that year, those strange emotions and thoughts. I'm sorry if this has caused a bad reading experience for you, and please forgive me for not being able to explain it.
Purpose: Don't leave yesterday's day behind