I Can't Imagine How Anyone Can Say:

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

Leave Me In Peace, Let Me Sleep One Night At Least Without My Pillow Being Wet With Tears, My Eyes Burning And My Head Throbbing

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.

In The Future I'm Going To Devote Less Time To Sentimentality And More Time To Reality.

Who Else But Me Is Ever Going To Read These Letters?