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.

There's something happening everyday, but I'm too tired and lazy to write it all down.

I can't imagine how anyone can say: "I'm weak," and then remain so. After all, if you know it, why not fight against it, why not try to train your character? The answer was: "Because it's so much easier not to!

A person who's happy will make others happy; a person who has courage and faith will never die in misery

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

I had to hold my head up high and put a bold face on things, but the thoughts keep coming anyways.

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.