«And then I thought I couldn't bare it anymore
I thought my body would break as my heart began to pour down my veins
I became pain first and a woman second
I thought I'd die, because how can I survive a broken heart like this
But then my voice didn't ran out
My tears didn't dry out
And life continued
as if it didn't strip everything from me
I don't know why I'm writing...
I'll take another pill and go to sleep.
Good night. »
— Monique's diary.