I believe in the sun, even when it rains.

Love, what is love? I don't think you can really put it into words. Love is understanding someone, caring for him, sharing his joys and sorrows. This eventually includes physical love. You've shared something, given something away and received something in return, whether or not you're married, whether or not you have a baby. Losing your virtue doesn't matter, as long as you know that for as long as you live you'll have someone at your side who understands you, and who doesn't have to be shared with anyone else!

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

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.

Although I'm only fourteen, I know quite well what I want, I know who is right and who is wrong. I have my opinions, my own ideas and principles, and although it may sound pretty mad from an adolescent, I feel more of a person than a child, I feel quite indepedent of anyone.

It must be awful to feel you're not needed.

We can't control our destiny, but we can control who we become.