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I found an old diary at a salvage store downtown. It's was only a quarter so I picked it up. I have read it and it's very interesting as well as sad. I dont know the mans name who wrote it because he did not leave it in the diary. He was a very lonely man. I think that I will post his entries because he wanted someone to talk to but never had anyone.
Tuesday November 14, 1944
Today I decided to keep a diary for a number of reasons. I think it would be rather interesting to check back through the years at some later date to epitomize major events up to now. I am alone now. Trying to rehabilitate myself. Thelma has gone since summer. The Children, Dorothy and Anita seem to have taken quite well to things as they are but then they are so young. Fourty-Five I am. I am dabbling into everything trying to keep up my spirits but neath it all I am quite lonley.
Though I can bluff myself into quietly taking things as they come and all my life I have never liken a stranger to lonelyness, I do need a pleasent companionship. Only when I am in the presence of others can I really know how lonely I am.
Tuesday November 14, 1944
Today I decided to keep a diary for a number of reasons. I think it would be rather interesting to check back through the years at some later date to epitomize major events up to now. I am alone now. Trying to rehabilitate myself. Thelma has gone since summer. The Children, Dorothy and Anita seem to have taken quite well to things as they are but then they are so young. Fourty-Five I am. I am dabbling into everything trying to keep up my spirits but neath it all I am quite lonley.
Though I can bluff myself into quietly taking things as they come and all my life I have never liken a stranger to lonelyness, I do need a pleasent companionship. Only when I am in the presence of others can I really know how lonely I am.