We're Not The Only People

Why Can't People Live With Each Other In Peace? Why Must Everything Be Destroyed? Why Must People Go Hungry While Surplus Food Elsewhere In The World Rots Away? Oh Why Must People Be So Crazy?

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.

We’re All Alive, But We Don’t Know Why Or What For; We’re All Searching For Happiness; We’re All Leading Lives Which Are Different And Yet The Same.

I Must Uphold My Ideals, For Perhaps The Time Will Come When I Shall Be Able To Carry Them Out.

I Don't Think Of All The Misery, But Of The Beauty That Still Remains....my Advice Is: Go Outside, To The Fields, Enjoy Nature And The Sunshine, Go Out And Try To Recapture Happiness In Yourself And In God. Think Of All The Beauty That's Still Left In And Around You And Be Happy!