Deep Down I Know I Could Never

You Can Always Give Something, Even If It Is Only Kindness.

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 Can't Let Them See My Doubts, Or The Wounds They've Inflicted On Me.

How Noble And Good Everyone Could Be If, Every Evening Before Falling Asleep, They Were To Recall To Their Minds The Events Of The Whole Day And Consider Exactly What Has Been Good And Bad. Then Without Realizing It, You Try To Improve Yourself At The Start Of Each New Day.

Up Till Now I Always Thought Bickering Was Just Something Children Did And They Outgrew It. Of Course, There's Sometimes A Reason To Have A 'real' Quarrel, But The Verbal Exchanges That Take Place Here Are Just Plain Bickering. I Should Be Used To The Fact That These Squabbles Are Daily Occurrences, But I'm Not And Never Will Be As Long As I'm The Subject Of Nearly Every Discussion. (they Refer To These As 'discussions Instead Of 'quarrels', But Germans Don't Know The Difference!)