I am just a girl.
A ***** of very strong passions, and, while I am stirred by them nothing can equal my impetuosity. I forget all discretion, all feelings of respect, fear, and decency; I am cynical, impudent, *****, and fearless; no feeling of shame keeps me back; no danger frightens me; with the exception of the single object which occupies my thoughts; the universe is nothing to me. But all this lasts only for a *****ent, and the following *****ent plunges me into complete annihilation. In my calmer *****ents I am indolence and timidity itself; everything frightens and discourages me; a fly, buzzing past, alarms me; a word which I have to say, a gesture which I have to make, terrifies my idleness; fear and shame overpower me to such an extent that I would gladly hide myself from the sight of my fellow-creatures. If I have to act, I do not know what to do; if I have to speak, I do not know what to say; if anyone looks at me, I am put out of countenance. When I am strongly moved I sometimes know how to find the right words, but in ordinary conversation I can find absolutely nothing, and my condition is unbearable for the simple reason that I am obliged to speak.