I Am Racking My Brains To Find

When He Says He Loves Me, It Only Means He Loves Me At That Particular Instant. Like His Promises, Which He Never Keeps. Why Does He Torment Me Like This, When He Could Finish It Off At Once?

I Have Now Reached The Happy Age Of 23. No, Happy Is Not Quite The Right Word. At This Particular Moment I Am Certainly Not Happy.

I Want To Be A Pretty Corpse.

I Am So Infinitely Happy That He Loves Me So Much, And I Pray That It Will Always Be Like This. It Won't Be My Fault If He Ever Stops Loving Me.

Today I Bought Two Lottery Tickets, Because I Had A Feeling That It Would Be Now Or Never - They Were Both Blanks. So I Am Not Going To Be Rich After All. Nothing At All To Be Done About It.