Diary of the second grade of primary school, about 50 words. I am timid.

My name is Li Dacheng. I am thirteen years old. My height is 1.45 meters, and I am the monitor of our class. Although I am condescending in class, I am actually a "coward". I am really afraid of many things, but what I fear most is the night. At night, everything I see is strange: the clothes on the balcony have become demons waving to me; The electric fan on the ground turned into a person who kept staring at me; The standing table tennis bat turned into a head ... I told my father about it, but my father said that my imagination at night was too rich. Not to mention when mom and dad are not at home at night. I turned on all ten lights at home, locked the door inside, held a toy submachine gun, pricked up my ears and listened to all the voices around me. When I do my homework, I always look around; After going to the toilet, I nervously searched every corner of my family with a gun, always worried about potential dangers; I always cover my head tightly with a quilt when I sleep, and I dare not even leave a window to breathe. I always skip the ominous thoughts in front of me Will professional killers suddenly appear? Are monsters and monsters by the bed? I'm always afraid of cowardice.