I Looked Up In The Sky And

I Think A Lot, But I Don't Say Much.

It Is Becoming A Bad Dream-- In The Daytime As Well As At Night. I See Him Nearly All The Time And Can't Get At Him, I Mustn't Show Anything, Must Remain Gay While I'm Really In Despair.

Go Outsideamidst The Simple Beauty Of Natureand Know That As Long As Places Like This Exist, There Will Be Comfort For Every Sorrow, Whatever The Circumstances May Be.

Yes, There Is No Doubt That Paper Is Patient And As I Don't Intend To Show This Cardboard-covered Notebook, Bearing The Proud Name Of "diary," To Anyone, Unless I Find A Real Friend, Boy Or Girl, Probably Nobody Cares. And Now I Come To The Root Of The Matter, The Reason For My Starting A Diary: It Is That I Have No Such Real Friend.

Whoever Doesn't Know It Must Learn And Find By Experience That A Quiet Conscience Makes One Strong.