[I can't write like this, it would be bad if someone saw it.]
Xia Xiaoxiao shook her head and completely blacked out a section of her diary where she had written about her earlier feelings. She leaned in to check, and only after confirming that the writing was unrecognizable did she satisfactorily withdraw her gaze.
Middle school diaries were used up quickly, seemingly for this very reason. The young girl was always worried that someone might see her diary, so many things she dared to write had to be scribbled out.
That way, next time she looked at it, she could easily recall the content with her own mind, while others couldn't see anything at all.
After writing down today's date, Xia Xiaoxiao closed her diary, lifted her legs onto the chair, and rested her chin on her knees, holding the diary while daydreaming quietly.