We've been in hiding for three months now. The days blend together, but I try to keep a routine. I've been reading a lot and studying my languages. Father says education must continue, even in hiding.
The van Pels family has settled in with us. Peter, their son, is quiet but nice. He has a cat named Mouschi that brings some joy to our confined lives.
Miep and the others who help us are our lifeline to the outside world. They bring food, news, and books. I don't know what we would do without them.
It's difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality.
Despite everything, I still believe that people are really good at heart. I simply can't build up my hopes on a foundation consisting of confusion, misery, and death.