Madam Diario: Today has been a tightrope gray day of madness for Miss Roberson and myself. *** Tomorrow morning I truly intend to get my shit together. Enough of this dreary whining and moping around. I’ve been leading a stuporous life of somnambulance ever since returning from New York. The sudden shift in energy levels left me high and dry– withering. I perished in that basement apartment for 2 ½ months. It has reached a point where I live in this dreary lonely depression. Each day just getting by. I refuse to succumb to these forces. I refuse to live my life this way.
February 5th, 1973
February 5th, 1973
February 5th, 1973
Madam Diario: Today has been a tightrope gray day of madness for Miss Roberson and myself. *** Tomorrow morning I truly intend to get my shit together. Enough of this dreary whining and moping around. I’ve been leading a stuporous life of somnambulance ever since returning from New York. The sudden shift in energy levels left me high and dry– withering. I perished in that basement apartment for 2 ½ months. It has reached a point where I live in this dreary lonely depression. Each day just getting by. I refuse to succumb to these forces. I refuse to live my life this way.