Lady Brett Ashley
"Oh, darling, I’ve been so miserable," Brett said.
I love to dance. I love to go to parties. I have tendencies of engaging in temporary romances with men. I believe I live life. However, the truth of it all is that I am miserable. Deep down inside, I'm confused lost and sad. People see me in high spirits and just assume I am a bottle of happiness. No, no, no! I want to be loved...actually loved. I want attention. I feel as if I'm obsessed with the idea of being loved.
My only true love is impotent so a possibility of me being with him is non existent. Jake and I could not possibly have a future. I could not write a book long enough to explain how much sadness that brings me. I don't know if I'm capable of truly loving or being loved. My love life is a puzzle and I believe I've lost all the pieces. I can't even understand myself. So yes, I am miserable. Possibly the most miserable girl in Paris.




