JANUARY, 1943
s e more tupid, coing, etc., etc. All day long I ing c off and pretend not to mind, I do mind. I y, one t doesnt antagonize everyone.
But ts impossible. Im stuck er I Im sure Im not a bad person. I do my best to please everyone, more t in a million years. airs, I try to laug off because I dont to see my troubles.
More ter a series of absurd reproac Mot;I dont care to talk back and virtually ignore me for two days.
tten and sreat me like everyone else.
Its impossible for me to be all smiles one day and venomous t. Id rat so golden, and keep my ts to myself.
Perime Ill treat tempt as treat me. Oh, if only I could.
Yours, Anne