Earning Happiness Means Doing Good

I Don't Dare Do Anything Anymore, 'cause I'm Afraid It's Not Allowed.

Once Again St. Nicholas Day Has Even Come To Our Hideaway; It Won't Be Quite As Fun, I Fear, As The Happy Day We Had Last Year. Then We Were Hopeful, No Reason To Doubt That Optimism Would Win The Bout, And By The Time This Year Came Round, We'd All Be Free, And Safe And Sound. Still, Let's Not Forget It's St. Nicholas Day, Though We've Nothing Left To Give Away. We'll Have To Find Something Else To Do: So Everyone Please Look In Their Shoe!

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.

Just Imagine How Interesting It Would Be If I Were To Publish A Romance Of The "secret Annexe." The Title Alone Would Be Enough To Make People Think It Was A Detective Story.

An Empty Day, Though Clear And Bright, Is Just As Dark As Any Night.