If I'm Engrossed In A Book, I

Who Would Ever Think That So Much Went On In The Soul Of A Young Girl?

I Don't Think Of All The Misery, But Of The Beauty That Still Remains....my Advice Is: Go Outside, To The Fields, Enjoy Nature And The Sunshine, Go Out And Try To Recapture Happiness In Yourself And In God. Think Of All The Beauty That's Still Left In And Around You And Be Happy!

The Weak Fall, But The Strong Will Remain And Never Go Under!

Yes, There Is No Doubt That Paper Is Patient And As I Don't Intend To Show This Cardboard-covered Notebook, Bearing The Proud Name Of "diary," To Anyone, Unless I Find A Real Friend, Boy Or Girl, Probably Nobody Cares. And Now I Come To The Root Of The Matter, The Reason For My Starting A Diary: It Is That I Have No Such Real Friend.

I Simply Can't Build My Hopes On A Foundation Of Confusion, Misery And Death... I Think... Peace And Tranquillity Will Return Again.