It was worthwhile to come here only to see why Europe is rottening, why all this people - good for nothing - are the cause of all the Hitlers and Mussolinis.
I wish I could do whatever I liked behind the curtain of вЂњmadnessвЂќ. Then: IвЂ™d arrange flowers, all day long, IвЂ™d paint; pain, love and tenderness, I would laugh as much as I feel like at the stupidity of others, and they would all say: вЂњPoor thing, sheвЂ™s crazy!вЂќ (Above all I would laugh at my own stupidity.) I would build my world which while I lived, would be in agreement with all the worlds. The day, or the hour, or the minute that I lived would be mine and everyone elseвЂ™s - my madness would not be an
I love you more than my own skin and even though you donвЂ™t love me the same way, you love me anyways, donвЂ™t you? And if you donвЂ™t, IвЂ™ll always have the hope that you do, and iвЂ™m satisfied with that. Love me a little. I adore you.