"A Monologue of a Fourteen-Year-Old Girl"
——About the sensitivity of not being understood, about the understanding of various things.
(Warning: non-fiction/essay oriented)
No need to read from beginning to end,
if you wish,
Just open a page at random.
If a certain sentence suddenly hits you——
That's what we are in the text
Brief recognition.
I would be honored if I could impress you.
——
Author's foreword:
Hi, I am Shishiran, and I am currently in the second grade of junior high school.
These words are my emotional antidote. I write what I want to write out of my feelings.
If you also:
—I always feel that the world is seen through a layer of frosted glass.
—Being told that I "think too much" or "are too pretentious".
—Not being understood by others and being emotionally troubled at this moment.
—I like words and use words to heal myself.
Well, welcome to my ruins.
(Quietly: All stories are half-true and half-false, with real feelings. You can leave messages in the comment area. Also - the essence of prose is to tell the truth with lies.)
P. S. I'll update as I see fit, because there's really a lot of homework.
Intention: moving forward in growth
