e. t matter, as long as theyre sincere?
In spite of everyt altogeten felt Id been deserted, but because I t it. I enjoyed myself as mucrying consciously or unconsciously to fill th jokes.
Looking back, I realize t to a close; my even miss tgro kid around, since my serious side is alhere.
I see my life up to Ne . tions -- I couldnt take it all in. I o talk back.
t crying spells, loneliness and tion of my faults and s- comings, ried to drao me and failed. t me on my oo face t task of improving myself so I o .
tly better. I became a teenager, and reated more like a groo t to e stories, finally coming to t to do to sed to c my motely and totally, and t . But ed me even more he
realization t I o be able to confide in Fat trust anyone but myself.
After Ne for a girlfriend, but for a boyfriend. I also discovered an inner erior. From time to time I . Noer, since ure depends largely on him!
I lie in bed at niger ending my prayers ;Ice una Liebe una Sc;* [* t is good and dear and beautiful.] and Im filled o e; Peters love (ure, ure and tremendous beauty of everyt splendor, as das Schone.
At sucs I dont t all t about ty t still remains. tly. ;t all t part of it.quot; My advice is: quot;Go outside, to try, enjoy ture o offer. Go outside and try to recapture ty in yourself and in everything around you and be happy.”
I dont t, because o do if you become part of tely lost. On trary, beauty remains, even in misfortune. If you just look for it, you discover more and more h will never die in misery!
Yours, Anne
M. Frank
EDNESDAY, MARCh 8, 1944
Margot and I ing eaces, just for fun, of course.
Anne: Its strange, but I can only remember ter Mr. Dussel nigs noer to ternoon and Mr. Dussel is snoring again, ty, I deliberately made more noise to get to stop.
Margot: ter, the gasping for air?
Anne: tter, because it stops ion.
I didnt e to Margot, but o you, de