Posted by Ursula on Saturday, 26 July 2008
I am beginning to worry about myself.
How can I feel happy and cheerful when I am down in the dumps? It’s awful. Everyone who has been calling me in the last 24 hours tells me my life must be great considering how chirpy I sound. Yeah, well, whatever makes you, the caller, happy.
The poet thinks I am yet another branch of MI5 because I won’t tell him anything. The very person I want to think about me – and write to me - is probably trying his hardest not only to ignore me, but to forget me. The gentlest man I promised to write to some more has wilted for all I know. And then there are the back and forward catalogues of other friends and family.
It’s fantastic: If you think a spider’s web is intricate, try my life. And I am a hermit.
U
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