Crouching in a dark corner, feeling the cool breeze, and thinking about things that belong to me. There have been too many things recently, making me feel so disordered. I don't know who to talk to, and also don't know who to confide in, because I always think that in this world, I haven't found a person who truly understands me. Maybe it's because I've told too many lies, so I have to wrap myself up, not letting others discover my disguise. I can't cry in front of one person, nor can I show my weakness in front of others. In fact, how many people really know what's inside me. I always thought I was relatively mature, but after thinking for a while, I suddenly realized I'm still a child. I still like to act cute, I still like to be stubborn; I want to get care from others, attention from others. But as a teacher once said, "In this world, only parents will let you act cute." So my current stubbornness only hurts myself, and I am just making it hard for myself. Because in others' minds, when she is reading my diary on my blog, you are ultimately nothing significant, you are just a passerby in others' lives, there won't be too many people who care about you. Don't always consider yourself as an emperor, this path I walk very toughly, in this world, the only ones who treat you as an emperor are your parents.