Baby Diary

The junior high school I've been going around has finally come to an end this hot and desperate June. I met my first math teacher at school gate, he greeted me warmly and asked how I was doing lately. They exchanged pleasantries with each other. He suddenly looked at me seriously: "Are you going to graduate this time?"

"Well, this time I'm graduating!" Yes, once you find a way out, you must move forward.

"Won't you stay any longer?" The teacher laughed and asked me jokingly, patting my shoulder.

"I won't stay again. I told teacher, "The next time I enter campus, I will come to my alma mater as a graduate to visit teacher."

"Well, then you're always welcome at your alma mater!"

"Thank you teacher"

I went to school in 2019 and was supposed to officially graduate at 22, but a medical certificate and a few boxes of small pills straight up built a black maze for me. I stumbled in it, got lost and finally found a way out, I looked up and found that it was already fourth year. I was very hurt and wanted to cry, but I also laughed happily because I finally touched doorknob.

Loneliness always crawls up back when people are not aware of it, and when they come to their senses, they were swept away by it and fell into cold loneliness. Just like when I turned around, classmates around me couldn't even give their names. Looking around, I suddenly realized that everything had changed. After standing still for a while, I was taken aback. The joy of wanting to share, words of parting after graduation, all stuck in my throat. A little, I can't laugh anymore... It seems I've wasted too much time...

I was pushed out gate before I could collect "luggage" scattered around labyrinth. Standing on road again, I felt a little uneasy, like a turtle that had lost its shell, moving unsteadily, but someone reached out and pulled me to take a graduation photo. I'm not sure if I smile well, but I'm actually making progress. In future, let's move forward like this.

Goodbye

Congratulations on your graduation.