ou about the dumplings.

    e make t-issue flour, er and yeast. toug it feels as if you omac oh well!

    t is our , and ttered bread.

    But ill alive, and mucime it still tastes good too!

    Yours, Anne

    M. Frank

    EDNESDAY, APRIL 5, 1944

    My dearest Kitty,

    For a long time no knoale. If t over by September, I  go back to sc  to be two years behind.

    Peter filled my days, not Peter, dreams and ts until Saturday nig so utterly miserable; o  te I o cry my eyes out. I slid to tgoly. to my c, lay my  me back doo eartears, since I didnt  anyone next door to ried to pull myself toget;I must, I must, I must. . . quot; Stiff from sitting in sucion, I fell back against t up my struggle until just before ten-ty,  was over!

    And nos really over. I finally realized t I must do my sco keep from being ignorant, to get on in life, to become a journalist, because ts ! I knoe. A feories are good, my descriptions of t Annex are . . . it remains to be seen .

    quot;Evas Dreamquot; is my best fairy tale, and t I dont est idea s of quot;Cadys Lifequot; are also good, but as a  and  critic. I kno.

    Unless you e yourself, you cant knoo bemoan t t I couldnt dra no at least I can e.

    And if I dont alent to e books or neicles, I can ale for myself. But I  to ac. I cant imagine o live like Mot tten. I need to o devote myself to! I dont  to  people. I  to be useful or bring enjoyment to all people, even t. I  to go on living even after