I Am So Infinitely Happy That He

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.

If I Had A Dog I Would Not Feel So Lonely, But I Suppose That Is Asking For Too Much.

There Is Only One Thing I Want. I Would Like To Be Seriously Ill, And To Hear Nothing More About Him For At Least A Week. Why Doesn't Something Happen To Me? Why Do I Have To Go Through All This? If Only I Had Never Set Eyes On Him!

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

God, I Am Afraid He Won't Give Me His Answer Today. If Only Somebody Would Help Me - It Is All So Terribly Depressing.