I'd rather choose the golden mean, which isn't so golden, and keep my thoughts to myself.
Perhaps sometime I'll treat the others with the same contempt as they treat me. Oh, if only I could. Yours, Anne
FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 5, 1943
Dearest Kitty, Though it's been ages since I've written to you about the squabbles, there's still no change.
In the beginning Mr. Dussel took our soon-forgotten clashes very seriously, but now he's grown used to them and no longer tries to mediate.
Margot and Peter aren't exactly what you'd call “young”; they're both so quiet and boring.
Next to them, I stick out like a sore thumb, and I'm always being told, “Margot and Peter don't act that way.
Why don't you follow your sister's example!” I hate that.
I confess that I have absolutely no desire to be like Margot.
She's too weak-willed and passive to suit me; she lets herself be swayed by others and always backs down under pressure.
I want to have more spunk! But I keep ideas like these to myself. They'd only laugh at me if I offered this in my defense.
During meals the air is filled with tension.
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