I am in big trouble, very big trouble. I keep on doing my Coué exercises: "Every day, in every way, I'm getting better and better," but it's no use. The house is ready, but I'm not allowed to see him. Love has been (temporarily?) left out of his plans. Now that he's in Berlin again, I've thawed out a bit. There were days last week when I burst into tears over tiny things. Especially because I stayed home alone over Easter.
I'm scrimping and saving. I get on everyone's nerves because I want to sell everything I have. Beginning with a dress, a camera, all the way down to a theatre ticket.
Anyway, things have to improve. My debts are not so large, after all.