Dear Diana,
It's Sabbath. I got in trouble again today (again), but I'd rather not discuss it. Mom and Dad are talking at the kitchen table. I'm too tired to join them. I'm so tired that my eyes hurt. Tomorrow is the singing. I'm not excited. I don't want this to be a short entry, but it appears it will have to be. I wonder why I'm always in trouble. I hate it. I don't like being embarrassed. Don't I wish I had friends! I've gotten kind of depressed because of it. I know it sounds stupid, but I really need friends. A pre-teen like me is supposed to! I hope I haven't bummed you out with my depressing entry. I'll be better tomorrow. Bye.
Kitty
Brief note: This entry is very interesting psychologically speaking, because it reveals what was going on in my mind most of the time (and had been going on for several years already). The last part shows my already-nacent wish to keep everything strictly tasteful (or what I deemed tasteful). Overall, this is an important peek into the real mind of a real child, and it's fascinating!
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