(...) "I cannot 
make myself be loved therefore I attack. I cannot
find the energy to get dressed depression
I cannot face the day. the world is gray
I cannot go out, the world is empty. I cannot
believe in tomorrow. I turn off all the lights 
I cannot bear looking at myself the self hate
it is night I cannot obtain- what I want-
I cannot change myself but I can bring death 
upon myself-." (...)

Louise Bourgeois