but i've slammed the door to my inner self; if he ever wants to force the lock again, he'll have to use a harder crowbar!

Our lives are fashioned by our choices. First we make our choices. Then our choices make us.

Let's not talk about it any more, but if you still want anything please write to me about it, because I can say what I mean much better on paper.

The reason for my starting a diary is that I have no real friend.

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.

I do my best to please everybody, far more than they'd ever guess. I try to laugh it all off, because I don't want to let them see my trouble.

When I write I can shake off all my cares. My sorrow disappears, my spirits are revived.