When I Write I Can

It Seems To Me That Later On Neither I Nor Anyone Else Will Be Interested In The Musings Of A Thirteen-year-old Schoolgirl.

The Reason For My Starting A Diary Is That I Have No Real Friend.

Then I Fall Asleep With A Stupid Feeling Of Wishing To Be Different From What I Am Or From What I Want To Be; Perhaps To Behave Differently From The Way I Want To Behave Or Do Behave.

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!

I Can't Imagine How Anyone Can Say: "i'm Weak," And Then Remain So. After All, If You Know It, Why Not Fight Against It, Why Not Try To Train Your Character? The Answer Was: "because It's So Much Easier Not To!