I wouldn't do for a certain young man's dance date Friday at Wissahikon Farms because I'm "not the type." He likes girls "young and full of life." "And beside," said Alice," I want to have a good time and can't if you go."
And John says I'm not modern enough. The very qualities he used to bless me for he curses me for now.
No wonder I don't enjoy life! I'm not educated, I'm not a good conversationalist, haven't traveled, don't play cards well, or dance well. There is absolutely nothing I can do well except to suffer. And it seems to me that all I do is suffer and ache. I'm not happy and there is no happiness in the future for me.