I Must Uphold My Ideals, For Perhaps

Sympathy, Love, Fortune... We All Have These Qualities But Still Tend To Not Use Them!

Outside, You Don't Hear A Single Bird, And A Deathly, Oppressive Silence Hangs Over The House And Clings To Me As If It Were Going To Drag Me Into The Deepest Regions Of The Underworld.... I Wander From Room To Room, Climb Up And Down The Stairs And Feel Like A Songbird Whose Wings Have Been Ripped Off And Who Keeps Hurling Itself Against The Bars Of Its Dark Cage.

Writing In A Diary Is A Really Strange Experience For Someone Like Me. Not Only Because I’ve Never Written Anything Before, But Also Because It Seems To Me That Later On Neither I Nor Anyone Else Will Be Interested In The Musings Of A Thirteen-year Old School Girl. Oh Well, It Doesn’t Matter. I Feel Like Writing.

I Am What A Romantic Movie Is To A Profound Thinker - A Mere Diversion, A Comic Interlude, Something That Is Soon Forgotten.

By Thinking, Nobody Can Ever Get Worse But Will Only Get Better.