, h and much more
besides, to recapture t happiness.
Ricige, everyt. But t can only be dimmed; it o make you happy again.
ry going to t on a beautiful day and looking outside. Not at tops, but at t t youre pure hin and will find happiness once more.
SUNDAY, FEBRUARY 27, 1944
My dearest Kitty,
From early in to late at nig Peter. I fall asleep ill looking at me.
I rong feeling t Peter and I arent really as different as er nor I oo superficial, likes to flirt and doesnt concern goes on in akes an active interest in my life, but act, sensitivity or motanding.
Boter and I are struggling feelings. ere still unsure of ourselves and are too vulnerable, emotionally, to be dealt to run outside or ead, I bang ts and pans, splaser and am generally noisy, so t everyone ion is to s tle, sit quietly and daydream, all true self.
But her?
I dont knoo keep trol.
Yours, Anne
M. Frank
MONDAY, FEBRUARY 28, 1944
My dearest Kitty,
Its like a nig goes on long after Im a be let tice, and I o pretend to be c is aching.
Peter Scer van Daan ed into one Peter, ing, and Margots t, since sakes advantage of my smiling face to claim me for is to be left alone.
Peter didnt join me in ttic, but up to t to do some carpentry work.
At every rasp and bang, anotance a clock olling Be pure in , be pure in mind!”
Im sentimental, I kno and foolis too.
Oh, help me!
Yours, Anne
M. Frank