You Must Work And Do Good, Not

Our Lives Are Fashioned By Our Choices. First We Make Our Choices. Then Our Choices Make Us.

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.

We're Not The Only People That Have Had To Suffer, There Have Always Been People That've Had To.

I Never Utter My Real Feelings About Anything. My Lighter, Superficial Side Will Always Be Too Quick For The Deeper Side Of Me, And That's Why It Always Wins.

I Don't Dare Do Anything Anymore, 'cause I'm Afraid It's Not Allowed.