Go Out And Do Something. It Isn’t

I Am Afraid Of Getting Older … I Am Afraid Of Getting Married. Spare Me From Cooking Three Meals A Day—spare Me From The Relentless Cage Of Routine And Rote. I Want To Be Free…. I Want, I Want To Think, To Be Omniscient…. I Think I Would Like To Call Myself ‘the Girl Who Wanted To Be God.

If I Didn’t Think, I’d Be Much Happier.

I Am But One More Drop In The Great Sea Of Matter, Defined, With The Ability To Realize My Existence.

Can A Selfish Egocentric Jealous And Unimaginative Female Write A Damn Thing Worthwhile?

God, If Ever I Have Come Close To Wanting To Commit Suicide, It Is Now, With The Groggy Sleepless Blood Dragging Through My Veins, And The Air Thick And Gray With Rain ... I Fell Into Bed Again This Morning, Begging For Sleep, Withdrawing Into The Dark, Warm, Fetid Escape From Action, From Responsibility. No Good.