MIND: Wretched

I have been so really wretched since last night. I felt suddenly that the whole of my life was a failure, in so far as I seemed incapable of creating one single perfect relationship – what shall I do about it, Virginia? Be stronger-minded, I suppose. I drift too easily. I don’t exaggerate when I say that I don’t know what to do if you ceased to be fond of me –got irritated, got bored.

Darling forgive me my faults. I hate them in myself and I know you are right. But they are silly surface things. My love for you is absolutely true, vivid, and unalterable…

// Vita Sackville-West, from a letter to Virginia Woolf

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