I'm worn out on my life considering the way that contention has eliminated all that fulfills a youthful individual.Before I replace the dull fix over the left eye, I look at my damaged face and realize that, with my skewed shoulder and the leg that has been severed from the right knee down, no woman can ever again feel a connection to me.Accept that I ought to be a genius.I'm thankful that I don't have any close family members, that I still have a lot of money, and that I can buy love when I need it, which isn't often given the circumstances.What precisely persuades individuals to keep diaries? because egotism is inherent. Self-interest is the most fascinating thing there is. Regardless of how long you expound on your sentiments, diaries can't make you wheeze!Something thoughtful is a clear, white page that is hanging tight for one's impressions!The last night, Suzette and I drank together in my loft; I felt like a monster as she left. After an amazing lunch and two Benedictines

This week has been damnation for me: "The new man torques my shoulder every day; it will ultimately turn out to be straight," he says. They have endeavored to fit the deceptive leg furthermore, so those two things are going on, yet the connection isn't yet overall okay.for anything to be done on my left side eye—so that has squashed them. It will be a long time before anything changes.There are a lot of other people who are more disabled than I am and in worse pain, which is truly appalling. Does it give them any consolation to open up a diary? Or, on the other hand, would they say they are adequately ready to keep everything in their spirits? — I used to want to read, but now I find that all books bore me. I can't check out anything, and more importantly, I hate myself. My spirit is furious.Again, Nina returned, to a lunch get-together this time. It was a horrible day with a heavy downpour. She told me of her connections—as asister may—NNina a sister!She can't choose between Jim