The document is a diary entry discussing the author's desire to live freely without worrying about others' judgments and social expectations. The author feels constrained by artificial social norms and the need to maintain a good public image. However, the author now wants to stop conforming and instead live fully as their "real" self, enjoying life on their own terms rather than trying to please others or meet societal standards of maturity. While some may disapprove or try to control the author, they have decided to no longer care what people think and to embrace being "messy" and having fun according to their own definition of self.

1. Dear Diary, 17.3.16
It’sbeenagessince we have interacted.Let’sbe anonymoustoeachtoeach other.Andyouhad to
make a promise- thatyouwon’tgive a shitaboutmy grammar, myspellingmistakesandmybullshit.
So,I just wantedtotalkabout typhoonwhichisinside me.It’slikeMe vsMe. What bothersme mostis
that howwithtime andage we change ourselvesasperthe expectationof the societyandinurge to
make GOOD social image of ourselves.
It’sfuckingshitthat people treateachotheronthe basisof artificial aurathatwe create around
ourselvesinordertocreate our place inthissociety.Iwouldsaybeingmature,how andwhento smile,
howand whento wish,whentoopenyourmouthandwhento keepit shutare all ARTIFICIALvariables
whichwe create to satisfyourthinkingthat‘ people will thinkgoodaboutme ‘.
As youknowI have workedin professional setupandtriedtofollow all the formal setup orformal shit.
But all thisdepressedmyreal mine.Butthinkingaboutit,itmakesme feel thatat the endof the day
whatwill matterishowu livedurlife inyourowntermsnot how othersthinkyoushouldlive.
However,whenyoutryto breakthese artificial laws- yoursocial circle cantdigestit,because theydon’t
knowwhatsbeingYOU , REAL YOU. I am now inthispositionwhere Icare no more aboutwhat people
thinkaboutme,I enjoyedbeingme andwhenIenjoyedbeingme- IfeelnoworryI feel adventurousand
I feel pittyonothersthatwat they are missing.ItsfunbengMESSin yourown terms.
Betterbe real thenmerelyanartificial bagof false smilesandmaturity.Asof now,Iam not goingto
leave myreal me – itstime forbeingcrazy beingfunandbeingfull of life.Will tyrtowake my real me
and will live withoutconsideringwhatpeoplethink.Itwouldbe calledmadness,there woudbe
judgementalstatementaobutapersonof thisage beingimmature.
These are the people whoare afraidof seingsomeonewhotheycantcontrol whotheycant understand
and whotheyfear.Such people SUCK.LetssayFUCK.Fuckingassholesmorongidiotsmockinginthere
ownartificial developedworlsdaroundsocial image mturirypsychological assessment.Itsfunny that
people dntknow aboutthemselvesbuttheyare interestedtounderstand otherpeople.Sick.
Anywaysit’sgoodthatu bithc cant judge me .lol….butIthinkucan, u have the grammertool correct
me,but believe me I wontletu…You SUCK. But I love youandI lve themall.Itsthere ignorance andI
mustforgive themall.
See younexttime..
Good night
-anonymous