The author writes in paragraph 4 that he or she "spend[s] the winter dreaming of summer and the summer dreaming of winter. On the other hand, many people would say that they have specific favorite seasons or times of year. How do you feel? Do you have a favorite season , or do you always look forward to whatever is to come? Why?

it's called a epic poem i believe, hope this ☺

the group received an extra pound of butter for christmas.

the annex was delighted to hear that we'll all be receiving an extra quarter pound of butter for christmas.

hmm, sadly there is no dialogue. there is no place in the story where he is talking to anyone. it's more of just describing what he eats and where he sleeps. you have to become anne frank, give details of where you are, what other folks look like, how the environment is. have a little bit of dialogue tell of what people are specifically saying. anne frank talked about her entire household including the people, the objects, the lighting, the food they ate, and even the smell in the air. there has to be more to your diary entries, the whole story in its current state is only about peter van daan, the food, the sounds, and where he sleeps. also he seems to be writing only once a year yet more than that happened from day to day. for a friend, i can you write it out, if you want.

i wouldn't know because i've never read it, but going over it it looks interesting