I Want To Be A Pretty Corpse.

I Have Now Reached The Happy Age Of 23. No, Happy Is Not Quite The Right Word. At This Particular Moment I Am Certainly Not Happy.

I Sat With Him For Three Hours And We Did Not Exchange A Single Word. At The End He Handed Me, As He Had Done Before, An Envelope With Money In It. It Would Have Been Much Nicer If He Had Enclosed A Greeting Or A Loving Word. I Would Have Been So Pleased If He Had.

When He Says He Loves Me, It Only Means He Loves Me At That Particular Instant. Like His Promises, Which He Never Keeps. Why Does He Torment Me Like This, When He Could Finish It Off At Once?

I Am Racking My Brains To Find Out Why He Left Without Saying Goodby To Me.

Today I Bought Two Lottery Tickets, Because I Had A Feeling That It Would Be Now Or Never - They Were Both Blanks. So I Am Not Going To Be Rich After All. Nothing At All To Be Done About It.