Diary is an incredibly interesting thing. When you first wrote it, it's almost like a burden that you can put them into words and unload it somewhere. And when you read it again in years time, it recalls the exact emotions that you were going through and also reminds yourself how much you have grown.
还有一个月就二十五岁了，二十岁走了大半，想着我得到了什么和失去了什么，老实说我并不如开局的时候处之泰然。与其说压力来自于外界，不如说已经习惯跟自己较劲。他们都说老天为所有人的三十岁早已预备好一份份礼物等你认领，而二十岁的你就是要好好的预备换取的资格。
焦虑是因为我好像还跟我想象中的样子有出入，也是因为我想三十岁时有张令自己满意的答卷。
然而踏入二十后局有更多命题，是金钱事业婚姻，排山倒海的涌过来。我怕，有天我后悔。
