Teenage Lucile Desmoulins being #relatable compilation
Source: Lucile’s diary from 1788 and 1789
Friday 27 — I want to finish my story, I cannot finish it! I pick up the pen, I want to write, but nothing comes…
Monday 30 — […] I had fun breaking dead wood, then I found a snail. I examined it a little, I broke its shell, but having fallen onto my stomach it made me cry out loud, because this ugly beast was crawling on my stomach!
Sunday 5 — […] After dinner, I went upstairs to read a few passages from Grandisson, but I had to go back down to go for a walk with everyone, which annoyed me quite a bit, because I would have liked to read forever.
Monday 6 — I didn’t go out all morning, I did nothing but read.
Monday 21 — […] Maman made me tremble last night: she came to fetch the inkwell, I was in bed, she opened my drawer to take a pen, I was afraid she would take my diary…
Thursday 24 — […] I love only one person on earth, her alone! Yes, Maman alone makes all my happiness, everything else is indifferent to me. She’s the only friend I want to have.
Saturday 26 — […] I spent the morning, as well as the Friday afternoon, without being able to do anything, starting everything and finishing nothing.
Monday 28 — […] I went and threw myself on a haystack, I stayed there a long time. I found a few hours of happiness there. […] This lack of spirit does not leave me. I dare not talk about it because I cannot explain what I feel, not understanding it. They would laugh at me.
How upset I am! Everything I see only serves to despair me! Scourge of the earth, you whom heaven made to punish us… How tired I am of living, and I fear to die… Alas, why am I?… What am I useful for on earth? If I didn’t exist… I don’t know what I’m saying anymore. My mind is absent, I go to bed without thinking about where I am… What am I? Very little…
[…] What, men… Oh, what a lot to say! Be quiet, Lucile, let the men do what they want, close your eyes to their actions, you have nothing to do with them…
Cruel moments, which have lasted too long!… The dreadful memory still comes to torment me… Ah, all my life I will remember it! Oh, what temerity! O you, happy inhabitants of these sweet lands, you guided by simple nature, how I envy your fate! Why was I not born among you? I have rage in my heart… Flow my tears, flow, relieve my pain or rather consume me! Perish my memory! May I be reduced to ashes, and may the winds scatter it throughout the earth!
