I never was a lady, no. Sometimes I wish I could be graceful. I have none of the traits of a proper lady. My mother, she always wished to wring my neck for it. My temper, my confidence is only on the outside. My deepest regrets are in this journal, I hope no one finds it, I'm such a scared little child. What will I do with myself? Yet again the pages of this entry are stained with tears.
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