Tag Archives: I can’t help falling in love

The very minute I’m well, I’m back on the hunt, creating high drama. I can’t help falling in love with him.

April 1, 1964, Wednesday. I’ve been driving for one year. Didn’t sleep again all night. I just can’t eat or drink a thing without throwing up. Trying to find a position to be free of pain, but it’s hard. I … Continue reading

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