I Think A Lot, But I Don't

We're Not The Only People That Have Had To Suffer, There Have Always Been People That've Had To.

No One Ever Became Poor From Giving.

A Quiet Conscience Makes One Strong!

Then I Fall Asleep With A Stupid Feeling Of Wishing To Be Different From What I Am Or From What I Want To Be; Perhaps To Behave Differently From The Way I Want To Behave Or Do Behave.

I Want To Go On Living Even After My Death! And Therefore I Am Grateful To God For This Gift, This Possibility Of Developing Myself And Of Writing, Of Expressing All That Is In Me. I Can Shake Off Everything If I Write; My Sorrows Disappear; My Courage Is Reborn. But, And That Is The Great Question, Will I Ever Be Able To Write Anything Great, Will I Ever Become A Journalist Or A Writer?