I Wanted So Terribly To Be Good

I Should Rather Like To Tear These Last Pages Out Of The Book. Shall I? No-a Journal Ought Not To Cheat.

Thinking Of Death--strange, Beautiful, Terrible And A Long Way Off--made Me Feel Happier Than Ever.

I Wanted So Terribly To Be Good To Him.

And No Bathroom On Earth Will Make Up For Marrying A Bearded Man You Hate.

Everything In The Least Connected With Him Has Value For Me; If Someone Even Mentions His Name It Is Like A Little Present To Me-and I Long To Mention It Myself