I Think A Lot, But

Riches, Power And Fame Last Only For A Few Years! Why Do People Cling So Desperately To These Transitory Things? Why Can't People Who Have More Than They Need For Themselves Give That Surplus To Their Fellow Citizens? Why Should Some People Have Such A Hard Time During Their Few Years On This Earth?

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.

Where There Is Hope...there Is Life

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.

Who Else But Me Is Ever Going To Read These Letters?