And finally I twist my heart round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside, and keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and could be, if there weren't any other people living in the world.

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

I don't dare do anything anymore, 'cause I'm afraid it's not allowed.

Think of all the beauty still left around you and be happy.

This is a photo as I would wish myself to look all the time. Then I would maybe have a chance to come to Hollywood.

I simply can't build my hopes on a foundation of confusion, misery and death... I think... peace and tranquillity will return again.

I can't help telling you that I've begin to feel deserted.