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The Diary of Eva Smith - 1910-1911

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The Diary of Eva Smith - 1910-1911 Dear Diary, I'm in Blackpool with a friend and having a great time. We're staying in a nice little holiday cabin, perfect for a weekend away. My mind is no longer on my passage of life or that grotty factory that I call work. I must be dreaming, as we wake in the morning the sun beams through the windows, and as we leave for the beach a strong fierce coastal breeze zips past my face. I and Susie, my friend, went out last night. We wandered along the pier taking in the great view as the sun set upon us, soon the heavens opened, but it was of no care to us, and it was great not having to trouble myself for once or worry that my hair was getting wet or that I was freezing cold because my mind was on having fun. we were so tired and looking horrendous were are mascara had run from the rain we decided to go home, have a chat and fall asleep, and within our arms a hot cup of coco. I'm wide awake this morning after a good nights sleep and we are now heading for the beach to stumble upon maybe a gorgeous man or two. ...read more.


And then the chick to pick up the dress that I could only have dreams about, well I walked over to assist her in opinion, she tried on the dress and asked me what I thought, of course it looked a lot better on me but saying this would be unfair, anyway the delay in my response ended up a smirk with my eyes tightly closed. And then she went mad shouting things that I would never of thought of saying, the manager came running like he was her slave, shouting and accusing me of all sorts he stupidly enough believed her and I was sacked. The only glimpse of light at the end of the tunnel, the only burning flames gone. Dear diary I had good times here in Blackpool but this time im here souley for survival a one bedroom flat and nothing to look forward to, apart from Gerald oh Gerald if only everyone was like Gerald. He was my hero a few months back when I was employed at the palace music hall I was being hassled by a man who tried to kiss me; he stunk and looked like something I'd never seen before. ...read more.


He gave me money but I didn't want it, but still I couldn't refuse I had no money for myself let alone for when there is two of us , and he was offering. The money did me good and I was grateful but as expected money doesn't last that long. After thinking that I would be okay, I was struggling in such ways that I couldn't afford to rent anyway, eat anything, and wake up in the morning with clean clothes. I realised that there must be somewhere that would take me in or listen to me and my problems. Dear diary The last chance that I had is gone, ruined, by some over eccentric cow who so horrible to me, and I haven't even met her before in my life. It was like oh I don't care, I really don't care. No point in living, no point in caring whether to live or to die. This child I have, I already love but it wouldn't be fair to him or me to see it suffer and struggle. When I raised a smile something would go wrong, and when something went wrong I didn't feel anything not useless, helpless, not unhappy, a big fat nothing. Eva Smiths diary. ?? ?? ?? ?? Matthew Bevan, 10.4 Page 1 The Diary of Eva Smith June 2004 ...read more.

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