You have to be able to make a real creative life for Yourself, before you can expect anyone Else to provide one ready-made for you.

I think I am mad sometimes.

Now I am silent, hate Up to my neck, Thick, thick. I do not speak.

I inhabit the wax image of myself, a doll's body. Sickness begins here; I am a dartboard for witches.

A ring of gold with the sun in it? Lies. Lies and a grief.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.

From the night Buddy Willard kissed me and said I must go out with a lot of boys, he made me feel I was much more sexy and experienced than he was and that everything he did like hugging and kissing and petting was simply what I made him feel like doing out of the blue, he couldn’t help it and didn’t know how it came about. Now I saw he had only been pretending all this time to be so innocent.