Letter to Bella XI - diary

Hi my friend,

I realized how much I owe you from my days. Angered by the negative response I apologize and here are some entries from my diary to your enjoyment and laugh. Things like this are written only by hopeless arctic explorers.

Good Friday - April 21st
up to the castle with a pound of bread. I also buy an orange. Breakfast. Post office. Stare at photos. Slaving to Starbucks and myself. In the evening I meet Franz Hals on books. He takes off. I get in the car heading to Nova Yorque (NY) and get there hungry, with a place by the fireplace and meeting with a boyfriend's ex girlfriend. Mood: far from perfect, but good enough to stay sane and smoke a sweet cigar.
I put on my new skirt with suspenders that I made in class. I don't eat anything all day for no reason. It will be several more days before I receive any money. Nothing from you.What is going to happen? (My soap ran out). In the car I think about the beautiful russian woman. The boy from Vienna. I wish they could be there, sharing their wine (Energy for this!!!) By the way, today is good Friday. The idea, however ridiculous, calms me down. I miss my mom and call her.

Easter - Sunday 23rd
Bright sunshine. I sleep feverishly. I'm tormented by a dream. My dream: I've purchased the wrong train ticket but I'm sure the cashier is at fault. I'm so angry that i go back to the station and make a row. Cars are honking terribly. I assure it's already noon but it's only ten. I don't dare to draw. Post office. I take a walk and want to draw. I draw a gentleman. I step up and show it to him. He laughs and goes away. End of a dream.
Church goes well. Beautiful and makes me cry. I haven't eaten. This i Lent. Easter eggs...what' hell happened with my chocolate eggs? No chocolate. No coffee. But eggs. I'm surprised that I can endure so much. I watch soccer with Lindo. I can't stop thinking about the internship I just got. I watch Six Feet Under all afternoon. Gosh...it's so f... depressing!!! It's getting dark. My mood is good.

Easter Monday - 24th
I drew a big question mark in my diary this day. I forgot to buy me soap. Instead of being thrown out... an invitation to a splendid dinner. Can't make it. I have already written about that. I wanted to draw a woman at the subway....she was splendid. But stumbled. I pack this diary. May it rest in peace.


Sorry I don't have much Bellacita. Please, read them with as much indifference as I am now. All this is memory by now. And thanks to heaven, everything, even the worst things, lose their sting when they migrate to our memories.

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