Kasugao's Diary

Youth, what is it? Is it to laugh heartily when you want to laugh, to burst into tears when you want to cry? The seventeen-year-old who screams in fear on a roller coaster, but turns around and buys the next ride without hesitation? Or is it happiness and unhappiness, likes and dislikes, all written on the face of innocence and innocence? Anyway, I hated growing up. I hate that hypocritical adult world. I don't know when my true expression stopped appearing on my face. I started smiling at people I didn't like and hugging people I wanted to kill. I hate myself like this, I hate myself like this.