When I was a four-year-old little girl ,and I liked to smile.Can I make it any more obvious?I used to keep a diary ,but what happened when it stopped?
When I was five,I used to be childish ,thinking everything was funny.So I neened to grow.What more can I say
When I wes six,I started to have my own thoughts .Is that how the story ended?
3 years from then,when I was nine,I sitted at home,writing my blog with all my alone .I called up my friends and greeted them,and they showed their best wishes to me.
Now I am 12,I still like smiling and begin to think about my way .Of course,I want to break away.
I'm just a girl,and I must face everything all by myself.
When night falls,I open my diary to look for the belief that I used to have.
But what to decide?
At last,I smile again,because I know everything I can make it.
