How wonderful it is that no one has to wait, but can start right now to gradually change the world!

leave me in peace, let me sleep one night at least without my pillow being wet with tears, my eyes burning and my head throbbing

Writing in a diary is a really strange experience for someone like me. Not only because I’ve never written anything before, but also because it seems to me that later on neither I nor anyone else will be interested in the musings of a thirteen-year old school girl. Oh well, it doesn’t matter. I feel like writing.

I firmly believe that nature brings solace in all troubles.

I hid myself within myself ... and quietly wrote down all my joys, sorrows and contempt in my diary.

I never utter my real feelings about anything. My lighter, superficial side will always be too quick for the deeper side of me, and that's why it always wins.

I don't want to have lived in vain like most people. I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I've never met. I want to go on living even after my death!