Raven! Two years later I still wish the Snow would come and drown my house, so I got peace.
Orderd Ritalin to be able go through the 123 pages left of my life/Glaubenssatz at once….
Sometimes I missed a whole bunch of words this time…. it was like a rupture in my brain when I wanted to make dense and clear phrases….
I am so tired… this place is so cold….
Come in, Raven, meet me also tomorrow, when I wake up with this tremendous disappointment.
Still, I have not escaped my prison….
This bottomless disappointment, which haunts me upon awakening and mauls me like a hungry beast of prey.
So sad and horrible, another year without health or love.
Another unborn year I could not give birth myself through my work….