If You Do It Again, Will You Still Like Me?

"After careful calculation, I can say that I studied in high school for more than ten years. Although it was a long time, in the end it was still wasted time, and only a bunch of defenses were left." "How is that possible? You are fifty years old?" "I'm not thirty yet. The reasons here are more complicated." I recall my long high school career, from the first college entrance examination to the encounters, partings, and reunions with those people. There is probably only one person in the world who would believe what I said. "I understand you. When you encounter those unhappy things and memories you don't want to talk about, just record them in words. I write a diary every day now. In the diary, I turn the unhappy things I encounter every day into things that make me happy. When you forget those unpleasant things in a year, two years, or more, when you come back and look at these diaries, you will feel that the world is so gentle, and you will encounter good things every day." "After all, people can deceive themselves." Is this still possible? Judging from the way she swore so confidently, it seems to be very useful. Even if it means fishing for the moon in the water, I think I can give it a try. Then let's regain the memories of those years and turn those times into words. Maybe in the process, I can regain the happiness of the past and find clues to reverse the tragedy. Or even if I can't find it, I can deceive myself and design a happy ending for myself. Isn't it good? —— Ps: Newcomer, this will be a daily work with a relatively slow pace, just as a commemoration of my high school days. I hope some people will like it, so that no one will watch it.