Tuesday, April 16:
Triebschen. 6 p.m. In my whole life I do not think I have ever been so sad as I am now!! — How easily that is said, and how unspeakable it is — — I walked home, and sank down from exhaustion. A brief, leaden sleep such as often drives out a cold fetched up all the misery of my life as if from the depths of my soul. — I yearn for major illness and death. I have no inclination any more, no will! —
Would there were an end to it, an end! —
Today she has left. — What this leaving has said!
What is the use of any seeing each other again?
The leaving remains. It is wretched! —