I Simply Can't Build My Hopes On

There's Something Happening Everyday, But I'm Too Tired And Lazy To Write It All Down.

People Can So Easily Be Tempted By Slackness... And By Money.

An Empty Day, Though Clear And Bright, Is Just As Dark As Any Night.

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.

What I Condemn Are Our System Of Values And The Men Who Don't Acknowledge How Great, Difficult, But Ultimately Beautiful Women's Share In Society Is.