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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.

He Has So Often Told Me He Is Madly In Love With Me, But What Does That Mean When I Haven't Had A Good Word From Him In Three Months?

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.