All we can do is wait, as calmly as possible, for it to end.
Jews and Christians alike are waiting, the whole world is waiting, and many are waiting for death. Yours, Anne
SATURDAY, JANUARY 30, 1943
Dearest Kitty, I'm seething with rage, yet I can't show it.
I'd like to scream, stamp my foot, give Mother a good shaking, cry and I don't know what else because of the nasty words,
mocking looks and accusations that she hurls at me day after day,
piercing me like arrows from a tightly strung bow, which are nearly impossible to pull from my body.
I'd like to scream at Mother, Margot, the van Daans, Dussel and Father too: “Leave me alone,
let me have at least one night when I don't cry myself to sleep with my eyes burning and my head pounding.
Let me get away, away from everything, away from this world!” But I can't do that.
I can't let them see my doubts, or the wounds they've inflicted on me.
I couldn't bear their sympathy or their good-humored derision. It would only make me want to scream even more.
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