Another thing I can't stand is having them talk about me in front of outsiders, telling them how I cried or how sensibly I'm behaving.
It's horrible. And sometimes they talk about Moortje and I can't take that at all.
Moortje is my weak spot. I miss her every minute of the day, and no one knows how often I think of her;
whenever I do, my eyes fill with tears. Moortje is so sweet, and I love her so much that I keep dreaming she'll come back to us.
I have plenty of dreams, but the reality is that we'll have to stay here until the war is over.
We can't ever go outside, and the only visitors we can have are Miep, her husband Jan, Bep Voskuijl, Mr. Voskuijl, Mr. Kugler,
Mr. Kleiman and Mrs. Kleiman, though she hasn't come because she thinks it's too dangerous.
COMMENT ADDED BY ANNE IN SEPTEMBER 1942: Daddy's always so nice.
He understands me perfectly, and I wish we could have a heart-to-heart talk sometime without my bursting instantly into tears.
But apparently that has to do with my age. I'd like to spend all my time writing, but that would probably get boring.
Up to now I've only confided my thoughts to my diary.
I still haven't gotten around to writing amusing sketches that I could read aloud at a later date.
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