I spend most of my remaining time at the Chestnut Tree Cafe. Time just passes. There isn't really point in it, as I know I am going to die soon anyways. So I just sit at the cafe with my gin, my mind skimming over random ideas. I can't seem to concentrate on anything for long; I've lost to ability to.
Julia and I talked for the first time since that day in the room. It's funny; even though O'Brien already told me that she betrayed me, and quickly at that, and I had betrayed her the second I was placed face to face with rats, it still was odd hearing those words fall from her lips.
"I betrayed you"
But life goes on, more or less, and I am just glad that O'Brien was once again correct. I am cured, and I am sane.
And I love Big Brother.
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Winston's journal for 1984
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