and on the other hand, I wonder why he should matter to me so much and why I can’t be calm again!
Day and night, during every waking hour, I do nothing but ask myself,
“Have you given him enough chance to be alone? Have you been spending too much time upstairs?
Do you talk too much about serious subjects he’s not yet ready to talk about? Maybe he doesn’t even like you?
Has it all been your imagination? But then why has he told you so much about himself? Is he sorry he did?
And a whole lot more. Yesterday afternoon I was so worn out by the sad news from the outside that I lay down on my divan for a nap.
All I wanted was to sleep and not have to think. I slept until four, but then I had to go next door.
It wasn’t easy, answering all Mother’s questions and inventing an excuse to explain my nap to Father.
I pleaded a headache, which wasn’t a lie, since I did have one... on the inside!
Ordinary people, ordinary girls, teenagers like myself, would think I’m a little nuts with all my self-pity.
But that’s just it. I pour my heart out to you, and the rest of the time I’m as impudent, cheerful and self-confident as possible
to avoid questions and keep from getting on my own nerves.
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