Chapter 37
July 22/2022
Dear Deary,
"Amantes sunt amentes." — "Lovers are crazy."
Love. I have to forget about this feeling. I don't know how long, but I should.
I release the one who is in my heart, forever. Now I leave my love only in my novels creating love stories that I will never have.
I could generate love in someone and use a person, but this would not be fair and no less painful for myself.
I would certainly like to meet a person who could love me and support me. I would like for myself a person who would provide me with everything and not reproach me, if only I could become what I want, but this is impossible. Nobody cares who you want to be, you should be useful and money and don't care if this business kills you and your soul.
If you are not profitable, nobody needs you. Your dreams don't matter at all.
