We Both Laughed in Pleasure: The Selected Diaries of Lou Sullivan

by Lou Sullivan

He said my ambiguity was one of the few things that made me “interesting.” Afterwards I cried while talking with Charles about it, saying I don’t want to be interesting, I want to be happy.

It’s as tho my whole inner core of who or what I am is totally stripped away. I wonder how much longer I can continue to function, and that’s the truth. I feel more more alienated from myself. How can I gather up the pieces of my mind?

I seriously think, but cannot imagine any way that I can make life seem more than just waiting to die someday.

I continue to feel more like part of the human race, yet less like a person.