I Am So Infinitely Happy That He

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!

Perhaps He Wanted To Be Alone With Dr. G., Who Was Here, But He Should Have Let Me Know. At Hoffmann's I Felt I Was Sitting On Hot Coals, Expecting Him To Arrive Every Moment.

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.

I Want To Be A Pretty Corpse.

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.