I made a promise to myself at a young age !

This little girl may be a product of imagination, perhaps my own childhood..

So, How did she decide to write a diary?

She doesn't go out of her room, spends time for her lessons and it's good for her to be in her own world in her small room. And she reads a lot of books.

Dreaming is her favorite thing.

Of course, when he avoids making friends, the little red pimples on his face make him offended at the mirror from time to time.

What if others see it and become a laughing stock. It means her world is falling apart. She doesn't want the boy she likes to see because she may never like him. It's best to avoid it.

Look at that little girl's biggest problem :)

( Now I say ahh time I want to go back to the day I looked in that mirror! )

At such times she wants to express herself. She is looking for a friend to share her feelings with.

In class, their girlfriends are constantly criticizing and saying everything about others. It's a terrible thing for this girl. What if they make fun of me another day or embarrass me by talking about my dreams or the boy I like in public. She can't tell them anything to avoid this fear.

She shows her mother the poster hanging on the wall one day and tells that she will be a world star like her when she grows up. Of course, she eceives a tender kiss in return, but she also feels that sarcastic smile.

This is the Day he decided to write. Her heart is so broken. Her mother didn't even notice it.

(I'm thinking right now, of course, the woman is right. Talent is required to be a good world star. Can she become a world-famous artist just because someone wants it? Of course not. This is what that mother wanted to say . But the girl in front of her is too young to tell it.

She is just kissing and hugging her daughter, because a negative sentence that will come out of his mouth will not convince that girl because she is sure that) What he did was insufficient, of course. she didn't want to show it but the girl was already upset.

The notebook that his friend bought him at the Christmas gift giving events at school was just sitting in his library.

When her mother left the room, her eyes fell on the bookshelf, and the notebook she had forgotten caught her attention.

She quickly picked up the notebook. It was a beautiful notebook. She was white in color, she caressed her Feather-covered surface, and the soft feeling that touched her hand at that moment brought a sense of relief in the Girl's heart. He noticed the lock next to him. For the girl, the lock was a good detail.

Because no one would be able to make fun of his dreams anymore. She would be able to say whatever came to her mind without fear, without hesitation, without having to choose her words.

There is no one to laugh at after listening to him in front of him.

Or dreams, hopes, a group of girlfriends will not gather and make fun of.

How important is that, right? Big or small  it matter what a terrible feeling it is to be afraid of expressing yourself.

Everyone may have dreams that they can't fulfill, or even impossible to realize, this is something that can be realized over time.

But being hit in the face at a time you can't understand is like a knife stabbed into the heart of the person in front of you.

 the worst for me. I'm afraid to do it to someone else, even if it's accidental in life.

As I wrote on that page that day, I will not do anything to others that I would not want done to myself.