“Why do I always think and dream the most awful things and want to scream in terror?”

“It's obvious that I'm a stranger to her; she doesn't even know what I think about the most ordinary things.”

“Why do we trust one another so little? I know there must be a reason, but still I sometimes think it's horrible that you find you can never really confide in people, even in those who are nearest to you.”

“I don't want to have lived in vain like most people. I want to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even those I've never met. I want to go on living even after my death!”

“I want to write, but more than that, I want to bring out all kinds of things that lie buried deep in my heart.”

“It must be awful to feel you're not needed.”

“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.”