If The Truth Is Told, Things Are

We Can't Control Our Destiny, But We Can Control Who We Become.

I Can Recapture Everything When I Write, My Thoughts, My Ideals And My Fantasies.

Sleep Makes The Silence And The Terrible Fear Go By More Quickly, Helps Pass The Time, Since It's Impossible To Kill.

People Can So Easily Be Tempted By Slackness... And By Money.

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.