I'm sorry. This is diary, not enlightenment.

“If only I could cry. I am beyond that. The light, the light, lending itself to …”

“All I want is some man to take delight in me. 5:30? 6:30 A.M. as usual, no cigs…”

“Writing to you is like some embarrassing remake of Waiting For Godot. Why don't…”

“That was the next-to-last time I felt any desire. And he was pale and tall (how…”