Today, just now, I took a look at the very first diary entry. Starting from the beginning, it was shocking—was that really me? Ancestor of Ten Thousand Demons? Was that really me? Alright, I admit how foolish I used to be! Someone said they had read all my past diaries and status updates. After hearing that, I was stunned. Such terrifying yet touching events... someone actually went through all my diaries just to understand me better. I asked how it felt after reading them. There was no answer, as they didn't know how to respond, leaving me with a slight pang of sadness in my heart. Such a sensitive girl needs to be cherished properly.
Actually, some of the diaries I can't even fully comprehend now—why was I happy or sad back then? Time truly does wash away everything. The youthful sentiments of the past are gone, the happiness disappeared, and the melancholy over spring and autumn has become trivial. Now, we're all adrift in society, more concerned about houses, money, and life is so brutally realistic—it's saddening.
Alright, reality is cruel, there's no fantasy, no prince, only "evil stepmothers". :( Every day remains the same; living without dreams is painful. I still believe in simple joys like getting a delicious candy when I was a child; I still believe in pure love, in a heartfelt embrace... Alright, I'm rambling again. The not-quite-grown-up me needs to grow up, but also retain a bit of cuteness, a touch of "innocence", haha. This is who I am, shield-strikingly unique—do you like this me? I ask myself, and I ask you too.
Source: Novel Rankings
Related theme articles: People gradually change