A Quiet Conscience Makes One Strong!

This Is A Photograph Of Me As I Wish I Looked All The Time. Then I Might Have A Chance Of Getting In Hollywood.

Crying Can Bring Relief, As Long As You Don't Cry Alone.

Writing In A Diary Is A Really Strange Experience For Someone Like Me. Not Only Because I’ve Never Written Anything Before, But Also Because It Seems To Me That Later On Neither I Nor Anyone Else Will Be Interested In The Musings Of A Thirteen-year Old School Girl. Oh Well, It Doesn’t Matter. I Feel Like Writing.

I Haven't Written For A Few Days, Because I Wanted First Of All To Think About My Diary. It's An Odd Idea For Someone Like Me To Keep A Diary; Not Only Because I Have Never Done So Before, But Because It Seems To Me That Neither I-nor For That Matter Anyone Else-will Be Interested In The Unbosomings Of A Thirteen -year -old Schoolgirl. Still, What Does That Matter? I Want To Write, But More Than That, I Want To Bring Out All Kinds Of Things That Lie Buried Deep In My Heart.

There's Only One Rule You Need To Remember: Laugh At Everything And Foget Everybody Else! It Sound Egotistical, But It's Actually The Only Cure For Those Suffering From Self-pity.