Day 14

The little jealous child I was is not who I am now. I may have killed my mother and my sister, and maybe even my dad as well, but I will save others. Every person who has feelings is human. But I, and Julia, and the Thought Police as well, are not human. We all contain no emotions in our heads, for we slaughter and kill endlessly. But the Proles, the barbaric, inhumane, exotic Proles, have stayed human. Last week, I may have kicked a Prole's hand like a kick ball, but now, I can change. For the Thought Police cannot control my thoughts. They may alter my positions on things but me, myself and I are genuine. I will stay this way, for the sake of my family, for I love them and meant them no harm.