I don't want to say anything because I know I am unable to protect you from the harm that I see.
I tolerate my faults but not at all other people's.
I have been back in Paris for two weeks. Nothing new. Life is still bitter.
I am scared; I don't know what is going to happen to me. What was the point of working so hard and of being talented, to be rewarded like this? Never a penny, tormented all my life. It is horrible; one cannot imagine it.
I have had the problem of seeing my male model go to Italy and... stay there.
If you are nice, and keep your promise, we will be in paradise.