Papercut Story

I was amazed by the illustrations of childhood friend drew at 13(?) in her diary. On a cool breeze November night this year, we spent all night reading her diaries written between secondary and high school. We grew up together so it was like going back in time to see my environment and myself from her perspective. The most striking output of her writings was how wise she was at that young age! Her spot-on ability to draw a frame and conclusion for the experiences she or others had was beyond our imagination.
Back in our high school years, her memory about one occasion exposed my temper in sizing up motivations behind attitudes, but in way too wild. I wish she would have verbalized her genuine advice for going with the flow without feeling deep down about them, however, we both had a point in our approaches toward life. So let's play a song we both enjoyed listening to!

• Translation of the last image: "MY DAIRY, WHICH IS PART OF ME."
  "The person reading this diary is the rudest person in the world."
  And the name of the dairy's owner "Ezgi", which means "melody".