On June 21, 2013, at 3:17 AM, you told me I was beautiful. Just seven months and twelve days later, you told me that you never loved me at all. I don’t know which date is more significant.
I’m sick of being let down all the time
I am awfully greedy; I want everything from life. I want to be a woman and to be a man, to have many friends and to have loneliness, to work much and write good books, to travel and enjoy myself, to be selfish and to be unselfish… You see, it is difficult to get all which I want. And then when I do not succeed I get mad with anger.