My Flesh Winced, In Cowardice, From Such

It Seemed Silly To Wash One Day When I Would Only Have To Wash Again The Next. It Made Me Tired Just To Think Of It.

I Wanted To Be Where Nobody I Knew Could Ever Come.

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

Aloneness And Selfness Are Too Important To Betray For Company.

I Felt Overstuffed And Dull And Disappointed, The Way I Always Do The Day After Christmas.