If The Truth Is Told, Things Are

Let's Not Talk About It Any More, But If You Still Want Anything Please Write To Me About It, Because I Can Say What I Mean Much Better On Paper.

I Don't Have Much In The Way Of Money Or Worldly Possessions, I'm Not Beautiful, Intelligent Or Clever, But I'm Happy, And I Intend To Stay That Way! I Was Born Happy, I Love People, I Have A Trusting Nature, And I'd Like Everyone Else To Be Happy Too.

Don't Condemn Me, Remember Rather That Sometimes I, Too, Can Reach The Bursting Point.

Anyhow, I've Learned One Thing Now. You Only Really Get To Know People When You've Had A Jolly Good Row With Them. Then And Then Only Can You Judge Their True Characters!

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.