I Firmly Believe That Nature

Although I'm Only Fourteen, I Know Quite Well What I Want, I Know Who Is Right And Who Is Wrong. I Have My Opinions, My Own Ideas And Principles, And Although It May Sound Pretty Mad From An Adolescent, I Feel More Of A Person Than A Child, I Feel Quite Indepedent Of Anyone.

I Want To Go On Living Even After My Death, And Therefore I Am Grateful To God For Giving This Gift... Of Expressing All That Is In Me.

Don't Be Too Assuming, It Doesn't Get You Anywhere.

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.

Earning Happiness Means Doing Good And Working, Not Speculating And Being Lazy. Laziness May Look Inviting, But Only Work Gives You True Satisfaction.