I talked about the boy I liked so much ...At some point he was the friend of one of my "friends" which broke my heart, but I did not give up the hope that we could become friends ...I dared to write to him that I love him and he answered super nice and then we wrote ... until I found out that it had been his girlfriend who had been writing the whole timeA few months later, they did it again, but with another girlfriend. It broke me and I still am today ...And there was one more thing:Once we had a performance and I had a bag with me in my diary and I did not notice until we had a break ...I sat down in the hallway and read a bit, and when the break was over I went back in and listened to the performance. At some point I noticed that the others whispered and giggled behind me, but I did not care ...Then the girl next to me nudged me and said:

"You? Lena, I think the others have found your diary ..."

Immediately I turned around, saw the faces of the others and knew it was true.I cried, ran outside and saw the others with my diary.I was so angry, hurt and I could not do more ...I stormed towards them and ripped the book out of their hands, then I ran blindly through the building and thought:"Just somewhere where nobody finds me .."I did not make it, because when I ran up a staircase someone from the class came to meet me and just took me in the arms ...I cried a lot that evening and when I lay in her arms, those who read my journal came to me and wanted to talk to me, but did not want to and she sent the others away ...

I forgave them, but I never forgot and I curse anyone who once illegally read a diary, because that's really the last one...