Monday 2 March 1981

This afternoon and evening I was so anxious.
I went with friends to that "ball", more like a huge party, with dancing, costumes, to celebrate Carneval, Mardi Gras, or whatever one may call this crazy season.

I hate it. Was completely absent minded.
She was not there. She does not yet know what is waiting tomorrow in the letter box for her...
Do I regret having sent this letter?
No. I need clarification. And since I never can talk to her, since I am so shy, so reluctant, so inhibited, the letter was the only way. But I feel quite embarrassed... have never done anything like this in my life before.

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