We're still unsure of ourselves and are too vulnerable, emotionally, to be dealt with so roughly.
Whenever that happens, I want to run outside or hide my feelings.
Instead, I bang the pots and pans, splash the water and am generally noisy, so that everyone wishes I were miles away.
Peter's reaction is to shut himself up, say little, sit quietly and daydream, all the while carefully hiding his true self.
But how and when will we finally reach each other?
I don't know how much longer I can continue to keep this yearning under control. Yours, Anne M. Frank
MONDAY, FEBRUARY 28, 1944
My dearest Kitty, It's like a nightmare, one that goes on long after I'm awake.
I see him nearly every hour of the day and yet I can't be with him, I can't let the others notice,
and I have to pretend to be cheerful, though my heart is aching.
Peter Schiff and Peter van Daan have melted into one Peter, who's good and kind and whom I long for desperately.
Mother's horrible, Father's nice, which makes him even more exasperating,
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