I Have Been Back In Paris For

I Am Not Feeling Any Better Because I Cannot Stay In Bed, Having Constant Cause For Walking. They Say I Leave At Night By The Window Of My Tower, Hanging From A Red Umbrella With Which I Set Fire To The Forest!

I Have Had The Problem Of Seeing My Male Model Go To Italy And... Stay There.

I Am Scared; I Don't Know What Is Going To Happen To Me. What Was The Point Of Working So Hard And Of Being Talented, To Be Rewarded Like This? Never A Penny, Tormented All My Life. It Is Horrible; One Cannot Imagine It.

You Know What Black Hatred Women Feel Toward Me As Soon As They See Me, Until I Return Inside My Shell, They Use Every Possible Weapon. As Soon As A Generous Man Tries To Help Me Out, A Woman Is Here To Hold His Arm And Prevent Him From Acting.

I Have All Sorts Of Problems And Feel Discouraged.