Not being able to go outside upsets me more than I can say, and I’m terrified our hiding place will be discovered and that we’ll be shot.

Who knows, perhaps he doesn't care about me at all and look at the others in just the same way.

The only way to truly know a person is to argue with them. For when they argue in full swing, then they reveal their true character.

I've reached the point where I hardly care whether I live or die. The world will keep on turning without me, I can't do anything to change events anyway.

The young are not afraid of telling the truth.

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!

I wish to go on living even after my death.