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i filled the day with chatter； tried to draw pim closer to me and failed。 this left me on my own to face the difficult task of improving myself so i wouldnt have to hear their reproaches； because they made me so despondent。
the second half of the year was slightly better。 i became a teenager； and was treated more like a grown…up。 i began to think about things and to write stories； finally ing to the conclusion that the others no longer had anything to do with me。 they had no right to swing me back and forth like a pendulum on a clock。 i wanted to change myself in my own way。 i realized i could man… age without my mother； pletely and totally； and that hurt。 but what affected me even more was the
realization that i was never going to be able to confide in father。 i didnt trust anyone but myself。
after new years the second big change occurred： my dream； through which i discovered my longing for 。 。 。 a boy； not for a girlfriend； but for a boyfriend。 i also discovered an inner happiness underneath my superficial and cheerful exterior。 from time to time i was quiet。 now i live only for peter； since what happens to me in the future depends largely on him！
i lie in bed at night； after ending my prayers with the words 〃ich janke air fur all das cute una liebe una schone；〃 ＇ thank you； god； for all that is good and dear and beautiful。＇ and im filled with joy。 i think of going into hiding； my health and my whole being as das cute； peters love （which is still so new and fragile and which neither of us dares to say aloud）； the future； happiness and love as das liebe； the world； nature and the tremendous beauty of everything； all that splendor； as das schone。
at such moments i dont think about all the misery； but about the beauty that still remains。 this is where mother and i differ greatly。 her advice in the face of melancholy is： 〃think about all the suffering in the world and be thankful youre not part of it。〃 my advice is： 〃go outside； to the country； enjoy the sun and all nature has to offer。 go outside and try to recapture the happiness within yourself； think of all the beauty in yourself and in everything around you and be happy。”
i dont think mothers advice can be right； because what are you supposed to do if you bee part of the suffering？ youd be pletely lost。 on the contrary； beauty remains； even in misfortune。 if you just look for it； you discover more and more happiness and regain your balance。 a person whos happy will make others happy； a person who has courage and faith will never die in misery！
yours； anne
m。 frank
wednesday； march 8； 1944
margot and i have been writing each other notes； just for fun； of course。
anne： its strange； but i can only remember the day after what has happened the night before。 for example； i suddenly remembered that mr。 dussel was snoring loudly last night。 （its now quarter to three on wednesday af… ternoon and mr。 dussel is snoring again； which is why it flashed through my mind； of course。） when i had to use the potty； i deliberately made more noise to get the snoring to stop。
margot： which is better； the snoring or the gasping for air？
anne： the snorings better； because it stops when i make noise； without waking the person in question。
what i didnt write to margot； but what ill confess to you； dear kitty； is that ive been dreaming of peter a great deal。 the night before last i dreamed i was skating right here in our living room with that little boy from the apollo ice…skating rink； he was with his sister； the girl with the spindly legs who always wore the same blue dress。 i introduced myself； overdoing it a bit； and asked him his name。 it was peter。
in my dream i wondered just how many peters i actually knew！
then i dreamed we were standing in peters room； facing each other beside the stairs。
i said something to him； he gave me a kiss； but replied that he didnt love me all that much and that i shouldnt flirt。 in a desperate and pleading voice i said； 〃im not flirting； peter！”
when i woke up； i was glad peter hasnt said it after all。
last night i dreamed we were kissing each other； but peters cheeks were very disappointing： they werent as soft as they looked。 they were more like fathers cheeks …… the cheeks of a man who already shaves。
friday； march 10； 1944
my dearest kitty；
the proverb 〃misfortunes never e singly〃 defi… nitely applies to today。 peter just got through saying it。 let me tell you all the awful things that have happened and that are still hanging over our heads。
first； miep is sick； as a result of henk and aagjes wedding yesterday。 she caught cold in the westerkerk； where the service was held。 second； mr。 kleiman hasnt returned to work since the last time his stomach started bleeding； so beps been left to hold down the fort alone。 third； the police have arrested a man （whose name i wont put in writing）。 its terrible not only for him； but for us as well； since hes been supplying us with potatoes； butter and jam。 mr。 m。； as ill call him； has five children under the age of thirteen； and another on the way。
last night we had another little scare： we were in the middle of dinner when suddenly someone knocked on the wall next door。 for the rest of the evening we were nervous and gloomy。
lately i havent been at all in the mood to write down whats been going on here。 ive been more wrapped up in myself。 dont get me wrong； im terribly upset about whats happened to poor； good…hearted mr。 m。； but theres not much room for him in my diary。
tuesday； wednesday and thursday i was in peters room from four…thirty to five…fifteen。 we worked on our french and chatted about one thing and another。 i really look forward to that hour or so in the afternoon； but best of all is that i think peters just as pleased to see me。
yours； anne
m。 frank
the diary of a young girl 213 saturday； march 11； 1944
dearest kitty；
i havent been able to sit still lately。 i wander up… stairs and down and then back again。 i like talking to peter； but im always afraid of being a nuisance。 hes told me a bit about the past； about his parents and about himself； but its not enough； and every five minutes i wonder why i find myself longing