I can't let them see my doubts, or the wounds they've inflicted on me.

Ordinary people simply don't know what books mean to us, shut up here. Reading, learning, and the radio are our amusements.

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

I wish to go on living even after my death.

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.

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

Sometimes I'm so deeply buried under self-reproaches that I long for a word of comfort to help me dig myself out again.