THE DIARY OF A YOUNG GIRL : THE DEFINITIVE EDITION ... - Fidele
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Lately I haven't been at all in the mood to write down what's been going on here.<br />
I've been more wrapped up in myself. Don't get me wrong, I'm terribly upset about<br />
what's happened to poor, good-hearted Mr. M., but there's not much room for him in<br />
my diary.<br />
Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday I was in Peter's room from four-thirty to fivefifteen.<br />
We worked on our French and chatted about one thing and another. I really<br />
look forward to that hour or so in the afternoon, but best of all is that I think<br />
Peter's just as pleased to see me.<br />
Yours, Anne M. Frank<br />
<strong>THE</strong> <strong>DIARY</strong> <strong>OF</strong> A <strong>YOUNG</strong> <strong>GIRL</strong> 213<br />
SATURDAY, MARCH 11, 1944<br />
Dearest Kitty,<br />
I haven't been able to sit still lately. I wander up- stairs and down and then<br />
back again. I like talking to Peter, but I'm always afraid of being a nuisance.<br />
He's told me a bit about the past, about his parents and about himself, but it's<br />
not enough, and every five minutes I wonder why I find myself longing for more. He<br />
used to think I was a real pain in the neck, and the feeling was mutual. I've<br />
changed my mind, but how do I know he's changed his? I think he has, but that<br />
doesn't necessarily mean we have to become the best of friends, although as far as<br />
I'm concerned, it would make our time here more bearable. But I won't let this<br />
drive me crazy. I spend enough time thinking about him and don't have to get you<br />
all worked up as well, simply because I'm so miserable!<br />
SUNDAY, MARCH 12, 1944<br />
Dearest Kitty,<br />
Things are getting crazier here as the days go by.<br />
Peter hasn't looked at me since yesterday. He's been acting as if he's mad at me.<br />
I'm doing my best not to chase after him and to talk to him as little as possible,<br />
but it's not easy! What's going on, what makes him keep me at arm's length one<br />
minute and rush back to my side the next? Perhaps I'm imagining that it's worse<br />
than it really is. Perhaps he's just moody like me, and tomorrow everything will<br />
be all right again!<br />
I have the hardest time trying to maintain a normal facade when I'm feeling so<br />
wretched and sad. I have to talk, help around the house, sit with the others and,<br />
above all, act cheerful! Most of all I miss the outdoors and having a place where<br />
I can be alone for as long as I want! I think I'm getting everything all mixed up,<br />
Kitty, but then, I'm in a state of utter confusion: on the one hand, I'm half<br />
crazy with desire for him, can hardly be in the same room without looking at him;<br />
and on the other hand, I wonder why he should matter to me so much and why I can't<br />
be calm again!<br />
Day and night, during every waking hour, I do nothing but ask myself, "Have you<br />
given him enough chance to be alone? Have you been spending too much time<br />
upstairs? Do you talk too much about serious subjects he's not yet ready to talk<br />
about? Maybe he doesn't even like you? Has it all been your imagination? But then<br />
why has he told you so much about himself? Is he sorry he did?" And a whole lot<br />
more.