How Wonderful It Is That We Can

It Seems To Me That Later On Neither I Nor Anyone Else Will Be Interested In The Musings Of A Thirteen-year-old Schoolgirl.

I Must Work, So As Not To Be A Fool, To Get On, To Become A Journalist, Because That's What I Want!... I Can't Imagine That I Would Have To Lead The Same Sort Of Life As Mummyand All The Women Who Do Their Work And Are Then Forgotten. I Must Have Something Besides A Husband And Children, Something That I Can Devote Myself To!

I Had An Occasional Flash Of Understanding, But Then Got Selfishly Wrapped Up Again In My Own Problems And Pleasures.

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!

I Hid Myself Within Myself ... And Quietly Wrote Down All My Joys, Sorrows And Contempt In My Diary.