I Shut My Eyes And All The

A Ring Of Gold With The Sun In It? Lies. Lies And A Grief.

What Is My Life For And What Am I Going To Do With It? I Don't Know And I'm Afraid. I Can Never Read All The Books I Want; I Can Never Be All The People I Want And Live All The Lives I Want.

I Think I Am Worthwhile Just Because I Have Optical Nerves And Can Try To Put Down What They Perceive. What A Fool!

I Thought How Strange It Had Never Occurred To Me Before That I Was Only Purely Happy Until I Was Nine Years Old.

I Want To Be Able To Sleep In An Open Field, To Travel West, To Walk Freely At Night.