I Want To Be A Pretty Corpse.

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

I Am So Infinitely Happy That He Loves Me So Much, And I Pray That It Will Always Be Like This. It Won't Be My Fault If He Ever Stops Loving Me.

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!

He Has So Often Told Me He Is Madly In Love With Me, But What Does That Mean When I Haven't Had A Good Word From Him In Three Months?

I Want To Be A Pretty Corpse.