I got very excited to see what was inside, but when I opened it, I was disappointed—it was blank. In that moment of despair, I threw it aside.

After some days, someone suggested I start writing a diary or journal, since I had been feeling very depressed. I had started seeing life as meaningless and considered myself a worthless person. So, I decided to give it a try. I needed something to write in—but had nothing.

Then, my eyes fell on the book I found in the storeroom.

I thought, Why not use this?