Misfortunes never come singly.

“Who else but me is ever going to read these letters?”

“All day long I hear nothing but what an exasperating child I am, and although I…”

“Why do I always think and dream the most awful things and want to scream in ter…”

“Nu știu ce să citesc, ce să scriu, ce să fac, nu știu decât că mi-e dor...”