The following collection, consisting largely of journal entries, are a series of memoirs that I have been writing since the beginning of my senior secondary school life. I don't exactly know why I decided to reflect on my life, or rather specific parts of my life. I just felt like writing down my experiences and reflecting on them from time to time.

If it's someone other than me who is reading this, I have a few things to say.

Firstly, why? How would you like if someone else were to read about your most intimate writings about your personal life? That's exactly how I feel right now. Although...if you're reading this after I have already died, then you're free to go on because I won't give a damn because I can't give a damn if I am dead. In any case, I won't be able to stop you anyways if you are going to read this no matter what - it's your free will.

In the past I used to be extremely miserable and it reflects in my writings from that time - and also the books I used to read in those days. Also, I used to be a hypocrite... maybe I still am. That reflects in my writings as well, if you look close enough.

Also, I am someone who has a tendency to think in different languages at random. This, too, reflects in my writings.

Last but not the least, the following collection of writings contain my own biased views of the events at the time of the respective writings. These are my own ideas, and I expressed them in the ways I wanted to over the years. C'est tout, je pense. [note 1]


N.B.:

Note 1 – The French sentence translates to «That's all, I think. » in English. French to English translations from here on are for the most part rendered in the text itself, within parentheses.

Note 2 – These notes, along with the translations of any occurrences of French ( or any other language for that matter ) into English, were added by the editor at the time of publication in order to aid the Anglophone reader.