i'm such a fool! such a fool! a lovefool! i am dramatically falling against the piano, wine glass slipped from my fingers and crashed onto the floor; oh! merry death, sweet taste of love and pain: torture to my silent psyche, torture to my quivering heart:
thought he’d love me! love me! thought he’d take me! take me!
there never seems to be the one and the way that I'd want it! maybe they'd come over: but there would be pneumonia. yeah, i'd really want to, but i don't think i want to.
will i come back from? feeling this uncentered? will i get rest from? these problems? but i must detach from it, detach from the sea: this ship was so beautiful, but it sunk, unfortunately.