I Can Recapture Everything When

The Reason For My Starting A Diary Is That I Have No Real Friend.

Who Would Ever Think That So Much Went On In The Soul Of A Young Girl?

But I Won't Bore You Any Longer On The Subject Of Old Men. It Won't Make Things Any Better And All My Plans Of Revenge (such As Disconnecting The Lamp, Shutting The Door, Hiding His Clothes) Must Be Abandoned In Order To Keep The Peace. Oh, I'm Becoming So Sensible!

Then I Fall Asleep With A Stupid Feeling Of Wishing To Be Different From What I Am Or From What I Want To Be; Perhaps To Behave Differently From The Way I Want To Behave Or Do Behave.

As Long As You Can Look Fearlessly At The Sky, You'll Know That Your Pure Within And Will Find Happiness Once More.