No One Has Ever Become Poor By

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.

Although I'm Only Fourteen, I Know Quite Well What I Want, I Know Who Is Right And Who Is Wrong. I Have My Opinions, My Own Ideas And Principles, And Although It May Sound Pretty Mad From An Adolescent, I Feel More Of A Person Than A Child, I Feel Quite Indepedent Of Anyone.

Our Many Jewish Friends And Acquaintances Are Being Taken Away In Droves. The Gestapo Is Treating Them Very Roughly And Transporting Them In Cattle Cars To Westerbork, The Big Camp In Drenthe To Which They're Sending All The Jews....if It's That Bad In Holland, What Must It Be Like In Those Faraway And Uncivilized Places Where The Germans Are Sending Them? We Assume That Most Of Them Are Being Murdered. The English Radio Says They're Being Gassed.

The Best Remedy For Those Who Are Afraid, Lonely Or Unhappy Is To Go Outside

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.