This story is semi-autobiographical. I have always had the habit of keeping a diary before college. I have never talked about those bits and pieces with others, and I cannot tell others. The little secrets can only be shared with the diary. Several years have passed, and I have a lot of feelings when I occasionally look through those thick diaries.
Now I want to share it with all my friends. It truly reflects the life of lesbians in today's society, the pressure from society and family, and the emotional ups and downs between friends. This is my first time writing an article, so I have some shortcomings. I hope you can point it out, thank you!