I want to be a pretty corpse.
I am racking my brains to find out why he left without saying goodby to me.
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.
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.
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.