SATURDAY JANUARY 25TH 10 am ill with all the worry too weak to write much. Nobody has noticed I haven't eaten any breakfast. 2 p.m... Perhaps when I am famous and my diary is discovered people will understand the torment of being a 13 -year-old undiscovered intellectual. 6 p.m... Pandora! my lost love! Now I will never stroke your treacle hair! (Although y blue felt-tip is still at your disposal.)
Savanis