Things have been simply hectic ( Read more... )

Things are not as terrible as they were.

They're still rather horrid, mind you, but perhaps not asI'm still quite angry, of course, and resolved to staying angry until I no longer have reason. But I don't think I'm quite as sad. I suppose that's as much as I can hope for at the moment ( Read more... )

( Ernst has always hated talking on the phone. )

I need someone to touch me. To kiss me. To hold me.

I do love Hanschen. I do. But how long can I be expected to wait? Am I to spend my whole life waiting for the few moments I can have with him, only to lose him again when our time runs out ( Read more... )

I feel so ugly. Hideous. And no-one will ever love me.

I should just board myself up in the cellar.

I suppose that I sang well enough at church. Still, I felt terribly self-conscious, like everyone was looking at me and knew what I was hiding. And that I deserved what I got ( Read more... )

I want to hurt him, James.
Please tell me how.

Can I go home yet?

Crutches and cellos do not mix well.

That is all.

So I'm on crutches for a week. Maybe two.

Ah well. Strangely, it doesn't upset me nearly as much as it probably should. Perhaps it's the medication.

I've been here a year. Almost to the day. It's amazing.

I think I'm going to go back to bed.