SUNDAY, JANUARY 2, 1944
Dearest Kitty,
This m, when I had nothing to do, I leafed through the pages of my diary and
came across so maers dealing with the subjeother" in such strong terms that I was shocked. I said to myself, "Anne, is that really you talking about hate? Oh, Anne, how could you?”
I tio sit with the open book in my hand and wonder why I was filled with so muger and hate that I had to fide it all to you. I tried to uand the Anne of last year and make apologies for her, because as long as I leave you with these accusations and dont attempt to explain rompted them, my sce wont be clear. I was suffering then (and still do) from moods that kept my head under water (figuratively speaking) and allowed me to see things only from my own perspective, without calmly sidering what the others -- those whom I, with my mercurial temperament, had hurt or offended -- had said, and then ag as they would have done.
I hid inside myself, thought of no o myse……（内容加载失败！）
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