I Think A Lot, But I Don't

It Seems To Me That Later On Neither I Nor Anyone Else Will Be Interested In The Musings Of A Thirteen-year-old Schoolgirl.

People Who Give Will Never Be Poor.

Ordinary People Simply Don't Know What Books Mean To Us, Shut Up Here. Reading, Learning, And The Radio Are Our Amusements.

I Want Friends, Not Admirers. People Who Respect Me For My Character And My Deeds, Not My Flattering Smile. The Circle Around Me Would Be Much Smaller, But What Does That Matter, As Long As They're Sincere?

I Had To Hold My Head Up High And Put A Bold Face On Things, But The Thoughts Keep Coming Anyways.