No day is safe from news of you.

The sun gives you ulcers, the wind gives you T.B. Once you were beautiful.

I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life.

For the few little successes I may seem to have, there are acres of misgivings and self-doubt.

What is my life for and what am I going to do with it? I don't know and I'm afraid.

What I cannot forgive is dishonesty - and no matter what, or how hard, I would rather know the truth of which I today had such a clear & devastating vision from his mouth than hear foul evasions, blurrings and rattiness.

Kiss me and you will see how important I am.