Dear diary,

                Every snowflake I see is so beautiful. The sun glisten off the mountain tops at the wee hours just so. When it does this it makes these mountains appear so beautiful one begins to wonder whether or not the mountains were put on the earth for the sole purpose of showing one the beauty of the world. It is this thought that enrages me and gives me the will power to go on. This thought reminds me that the world is such a beautiful place for those with a place in it. The simple fact that the world is so beautiful is so enraging because I have absolutely no place in it and thus can never enjoy the marvels of the world as one must in order to achieve inner piece.