January 8, 1942

I long to see him again. But maybe it was for the best.

January 5, 1942

Lunes- He came back like last night. Said, "I want you to hate me. I drink to forget you. I love you more than any other in my life." We parted forever.

January 4, 1942

Domingo.

M.H. came. He had drunk. He was sweet & passionate.
Then we quarreled.

Introduction, 1942

 In this book I will write all the nonsense, all the foolishness, all the joys, all the sorrows, all the tragedies of a period of my life.

Shall I finish it? Only God knows it.

I am starting it in an eventful period when anything can happen.