from George Orwell’s handwritten manuscript of 1984.
Things are so bad. I’m choking on my sobs and I just want more than anything to leave and I want to just have a normal relationship with my mother, my father and my sister. I don’t know what I did to have my mother target me and accuse me of making excuses, when my 19 year old pregnant sister who use to drink and has totaled three cars and all she’s ever done was make excuses for. I have no one in my corner and when I finally make friends and want to see them, I’m the selfish one. I can’t do this anymore… I hate crying with my mother in the next room not giving a fuck about me. Please I just don’t want to be here anymore…
“I hope she’ll be a fool-that’s the best thing a girl can be in this world, a beautiful little fool…”