Part One:

Part One:

I've always wondered if life was better before the Revolution or after. I just want answers and explanations. I wonder if I am the only person who believes Big Brother is a tyrant. I want to know if O'Brien is on my side. I have so many questions that have yet to be answered because of my fear that the truth is horrid. I feel that this life I am living in is inadequate. I feel that in this world something is not right. I feel like a worker bee, or just a duplicate of a single worker fighting for one common cause. I write this diary for my own cause, I hope that one day my journal will be shown to the next generation so they can see how we lived. I want the future to hear about the "whispered stories", and rumors that we now hold to be truths. In this world we have no freedom. Big Brother says freedom is slavery. Well down with Big Brother! Freedom is not slavery, freedom is the ability to think what I want, read what I want, do what I want, and learn what I want. I want to live in a world where there is no such catastrophe as thought crime. It is repulsive to take away every bit of personal ideas a person may have. I feel that Big Brother is violating our most personal sanctuary, our brains. Our individualsim and ideas are restrained and torn apart. until it's as if they never existed.

There are two major problems at the moment. One is that I feel as if I am constantly being followed by the "brown-haired girl". I have a feeling our meeting various times is no longer a coincidence. She could be a real member of the thought police, or just an ordinary young spy in training. The young ones are too naive to understand what they are getting themselves into. Yet soon enough they will see that Big Brother isn't what he is said to be. They feel as if this thing we call "life", is a big game to them. But then again who knows, maybe it is just a game. We will all die eventually if we are caught thinking or look suspicious. We do not fear death, only the punnishments and confessions prior to the vanishment.