I finished reading The Diary of Anne Frank yesterday and it left me crying, thoughtful, resourceful, and insightful. This is one of my favorite books of all time! After reading it, it's like I know this girl more intimately than anyone. I have shared trials with her that no one else could. And although I will never understand the pain she went through and some of the things that happened to her, I feel like her thoughts and dreams are so similar to mine that none of that matters. She says things in her writing that I have said before and her courage is something that I long to achieve.
It is crazy how books can become another best friend and it is equally strange that this book was actually the mind of a real little girl who actually lived during a time when I would have killed myself and I feel like I know everything about her because we are so similar.
This is a strange journal entry and I hope no one reads it. I am only trying to put something together...