A Young Girl s Diary Prefaced With A Letter By Sigmund Freud — Sigmund Freud

July 23rd It s awful One has no time Yesterday when I wanted to write the room had to be cleaned and D was in the arbour Before that I had not written a single word and in the front veranda all my pages blew away We write on loose pages Hella thinks it s better because then one does not have to tear anything out But we have promised one another to throw nothing away and not to tear anything up Why should we One can tell a friend everything A pretty friend if one couldn t Yesterday when I wanted to go into the arbour Dora glared at me savagely saying What do you want As if the arbour belonged to her just as she wanted to bag the front veranda all for herself She s too sickening Yesterday afternoon we were on the Kolber Kogel It was lovely Father was awfully jolly and we pelted one another with pine cones It was jolly I threw one at Dora and it hit her on her padded bust She let out such a yell and I said out loud You couldn t feel it there As she went by she said Pig It doesn t matter for I know she understood me and that what I said was true I should like to know what she writes about every day to Erika and what she writes in her diary

July 23rd It s awful One has no time Yesterday when I wanted to write the room had to be cleaned and D was in the arbour Before that I had not written a single word and in the front veranda all my pages blew away We write on loose pages Hella thinks it s better because then one does not have to tear anything out But we have promised one another to throw nothing away and not to tear anything up Why should we One can tell a friend everything A pretty friend if one couldn t Yesterday when I wanted to go into the arbour Dora glared at me savagely saying What do you want As if the arbour belonged to her just as she wanted to bag the front veranda all for herself She s too sickening Yesterday afternoon we were on the Kolber Kogel It was lovely Father was awfully jolly and we pelted one another with pine cones It was jolly I threw one at Dora and it hit her on her padded bust She let out such a yell and I said out loud You couldn t feel it there As she went by she said Pig It doesn t matter for I know she understood me and that what I said was true I should like to know what she writes about every day to Erika and what she writes in her diary

July 23rd It s awful One has no time Yesterday when I wanted to write the room had to be cleaned and D was in the arbour Before that I had not written a single word and in the front veranda all my pages blew away We write on loose pages Hella thinks it s better because then one does not have to tear anything out But we have promised one another to throw nothing away and not to tear anything up Why should we One can tell a friend everything A pretty friend if one couldn t Yesterday when I wanted to go into the arbour Dora glared at me savagely saying What do you want As if the arbour belonged to her just as she wanted to bag the front veranda all for herself She s too sickening Yesterday afternoon we were on the Kolber Kogel It was lovely Father was awfully jolly and we pelted one another with pine cones It was jolly I threw one at Dora and it hit her on her padded bust She let out such a yell and I said out loud You couldn t feel it there As she went by she said Pig It doesn t matter for I know she understood me and that what I said was true I should like to know what she writes about every day to Erika and what she writes in her diary

July 23rd It s awful One has no time Yesterday when I wanted to write the room had to be cleaned and D was in the arbour Before that I had not written a single word and in the front veranda all my pages blew away We write on loose pages Hella thinks it s better because then one does not have to tear anything out But we have promised one another to throw nothing away and not to tear anything up Why should we One can tell a friend everything A pretty friend if one couldn t Yesterday when I wanted to go into the arbour Dora glared at me savagely saying What do you want As if the arbour belonged to her just as she wanted to bag the front veranda all for herself She s too sickening Yesterday afternoon we were on the Kolber Kogel It was lovely Father was awfully jolly and we pelted one another with pine cones It was jolly I threw one at Dora and it hit her on her padded bust She let out such a yell and I said out loud You couldn t feel it there As she went by she said Pig It doesn t matter for I know she understood me and that what I said was true I should like to know what she writes about every day to Erika and what she writes in her diary