As title.
Due to some chance, I picked up a dusty diary.
The diary is very simple, with densely packed elegant fonts filling the entire book.
When I first read it, I didn't expect that what I was about to see would be such a real, ordinary and undercurrent of admiration.
I felt quite sad inside.
This is not a literary work, and the protagonist is not a created "perfect heroine." This is a real diary that spans from September 2001 to October 2002. I originally thought about turning it into a more watchable and storytelling literary work through some "art processing", but in the end I decided to let it be a diary itself, truly restoring all the details and trivialities. My original intention was to ensure as much authenticity as possible It has been moved, but because of its authenticity, the names and detailed addresses of the characters recorded in it will be changed. In addition, the diary author was just an ordinary female high school student 21 years ago. She is like many ordinary people, sensitive, inferior, and cowardly. There are also many narrations in the diary that have no logic and meaning, as well as opinions that are highly personal but not necessarily correct. The author will present them as they are. If you don't like it, please be kind and comment~
Concept: The daily diary of an ordinary female high school student for a year 21 years ago