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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.

Give And You Shall Receive, Much More That You Ever Thought Possible. Give And Give Again. People Who Give Will Never Be Poor!

Love, What Is Love? I Don't Think You Can Really Put It Into Words. Love Is Understanding Someone, Caring For Him, Sharing His Joys And Sorrows. This Eventually Includes Physical Love. You've Shared Something, Given Something Away And Received Something In Return, Whether Or Not You're Married, Whether Or Not You Have A Baby. Losing Your Virtue Doesn't Matter, As Long As You Know That For As Long As You Live You'll Have Someone At Your Side Who Understands You, And Who Doesn't Have To Be Shared With Anyone Else!

Go Outsideamidst The Simple Beauty Of Natureand Know That As Long As Places Like This Exist, There Will Be Comfort For Every Sorrow, Whatever The Circumstances May Be.

It Seems To Me That Later On Neither I Nor Anyone Else Will Be Interested In The Musings Of A Thirteen-year-old Schoolgirl.