What is done cannot be undone, but one can prevent it happening again

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.

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

In the future I'm going to devote less time to sentimentality and more time to reality.

I wish to go on living even after my death.

This week I've been reading a lot and doing little work. That's the way things ought to be. That's surely the road to success.

We've all been a little confused this past week, because our dearly beloved Westertoren bells have been carted off to be melted down for the war, so we have no idea of the exact time, either night or day.