Dear Diary,

It is Saturday, the first of January, 1944. A new year has just begun but we are still hiding and hoping that we would get out of here alive. We had been here for two years, five months and 25 days. It seems that we would never get out of here. We are all getting a little thinner every day. The Van Daans arguments are louder and violent than ever. Mother still doesn’t understand Anne at all but I think Anne has been a little more mature lately. I am still a little sick but feeling more better than I did last week. Miep brought us cake but everyone was fighting over the cake. We think we know who the thief is a guy named Carl who works down stairs. Bad news people from who Miep got are ration books have been arrested so now we have to cut down on food. Our stomachs cannot stop rumbling. Mr. Kraler is in the hospital. It seems he has ulcers. So many things going. I am scared and confused about everything that has happened .Sometimes I wish the end would come whatever it is.   Then at least we’d know where we were.        

                                                                                                                                          Margot Frank