When he says he loves me, it only means he loves me at that particular instant. Like his promises, which he never keeps. Why does he torment me like this, when he could finish it off at once?

God, I am afraid he won't give me his answer today. If only somebody would help me - it is all so terribly depressing.

If I had a dog I would not feel so lonely, but I suppose that is asking for too much.

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.

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!

I am racking my brains to find out why he left without saying goodby to me.