SUNDAY, JANUARY 2, 1944

    Dearest Kitty,

    to do, I leafed the pages of my diary and

    came across so many letters dealing  of quot;Mot; in sucrong terms t I ;Anne, is t really you talking about e? Oh, Anne, how could you?”

    I continued to sit e t I o confide it all to you. I tried to understand t year and make apologies for ions and dont attempt to explain ed t be clear. I ill do) from moods t kept my er (figuratively speaking) and alloo see tive,  calmly considering emperament,  or offended -- ing as they would have done.

    I  of no one but myself and calmly e do means a great deal to me, but I could easily e quot;over and done ; on many of its pages.

    I  Motill am a lot of time). Its true, s understand me, but I didnt understand ender and affectionate, but because of t situations I put ances in and h me.

    I ook it far too muco  and  and beastly to urn, made  in a vicious circle of unpleasantness and sorro a very  at least its coming to an end. I didnt  to see  very sorry for myself, but ts understandable too.

    t outbursts on paper are simply expressions of anger t, in normal life, I could amping my foot a feimes or calling Mother names behind her back.

    tearfully passing judgment on Mot steadier. Most of time I manage to ongue o be getting along better. But t do, and ts to love Motion of a child.

    I soot t its better for unkind o be doo o carry t.

    Yours, Anne

    thURSDAY, JANUARY 6, 1944

    Dearest