“I feel the heaviness of nightmareseven though I am awake.How weary I am, how sleeplessand hopeless—there is no escapefrom the tormentof wishes.”
“I am afraid of falling into hopeless despair, over my wasted life, and I am still not sure how it happened.”
“I feel sorry for anyone that thinks they have a chance. I am hopelessly and completely in love with you.”
“I am breathless, hopeless, and consumed. I now know that I am between balloons.”
“I, too, am going to go away soon,' she says, 'I am weary and weary of my weariness. Everything is beginning to be a little empty and full of leave-taking and melancholy and waiting.”
“I don't even feel as if I'm the center of my own world, so how am I supposed to feel as though I'm the center of anyone else's?”