I Want To Go On Living Even

I Haven't Written For A Few Days, Because I Wanted First Of All To Think About My Diary. It's An Odd Idea For Someone Like Me To Keep A Diary; Not Only Because I Have Never Done So Before, But Because It Seems To Me That Neither I-nor For That Matter Anyone Else-will Be Interested In The Unbosomings Of A Thirteen -year -old Schoolgirl. Still, What Does That Matter? I Want To Write, But More Than That, I Want To Bring Out All Kinds Of Things That Lie Buried Deep In My Heart.

Despite Everything, I Believe That People Are Really Good At Heart.

I'm Sentimental--i Know. I'm Desperate And Silly--i Know That Too. Oh, Help Me!

I Live In A Crazy Time.

I'm Currently In The Middle Of A Depression. I Couldn't Really Tell You What Set It Off, But I Think It Stems From My Cowardice, Which Confronts Me At Every Turn.