A day in 1984
Dear Journal,
Another day of monotonous routine following another. BB does a good job of subduing those who rebel or plot to do so. Yet, they have not been aware of my own dissent. I am not afraid to be charged of mere sex crimes. Speaking of...my sexual activity, or lack thereof, is driving me mad. This red band that I wear always seem to hinder me and those potential partners are led astray. The heat of the burning sun bothers me everyday. Our routinely jog somehow calms me down from this heat and dry spell, but I cannot just jog all day until I have met my match. My wandering eyes have led me no where. It is rare to see anyone of particular interest-- especially one who would break the rules of the government and carry the burden of watching their backs. I’ve been intimate with many other Inner Party members, but I am not too keen on taking more of an unnecessary risk. Outer party members are too involved with their jobs and follow a boresome schedule... A mere prole would do!
Shall I worry about myself? Are the Thought Police on my tail? If I continue this persona that I show everyday, I should be fine. (Always remember, 2+2=5) As long as I do not fall in love…
Frustrated,
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