我伤害了我关心的人，侮辱了那些我没有的人。我将自己与一个比其他任何人都更靠近我的人隔离了。我哭了，直到我什至不知道何时哭泣，当我没有哭泣，在电梯，出租车和中国洗衣店里哭泣，当我去看医生时，他只是说我似乎很沮丧，应该看到“专家”。他写了一位精神科医生的名字和地址，但我没有走。
(I hurt the people I cared about, and insulted those I did not. I cut myself off from the one person who was closer to me than any other. I cried until I was not even aware when I was crying and when I was not, cried in elevators and in taxis and in Chinese laundries, and when I went to the doctor he said only that I seemed to be depressed, and should see a "specialist." He wrote down a psychiatrist's name and address for me, but I did not go.)