I Am So Anxious For You Not

I'm Not A Beautiful Woman. I'm Nothing To Look At, So The Only Thing I Can Do Is Dress Better Than Anyone Else.

Fortunately For The Human Race, Pain, However Piercing, Is Not A Lasting Emotion. The Recollection Of Happiness Lingers, But The Consciousness Never Retains For Long The First Thrust Of Tragic Loss. The Details Of Daily Life Crowd In Upon The Mind.

All This Was Mine; But I Was A Long Time Learning That Wisdom And Experience Are Things Apart; That To Taste Life Is Not To Be Confused With Understanding What Life Is Really All About. The Shared Experiences, The Wisdom So Freely Proffered By Others, In Words And In Example, Rarely Swayed Me For Long. Came Another Day And The Import Was Gone, And Only The Echo Of The Laughter Remained. Experience Was A Revolving Sun In The Warmth Of Which I Was Content To Bask.

For A Gallant Spirit There Can Never Be Defeat.

I Hate This Place. I Shall Hate It To My Grave.