Dearest! As you can see from the date, I was not in the mood for writing yesterday either. I suspect the reason for this is the continuing absence of any mail for me. A letter from you, or at least a postcard would change my mood significantly. As it is, I am waiting day after day and always in vain, and when the hour of the arrival of mail has passed and I have failed again, my frame of mind gets worse and worse; the longer this goes on the more dreadful it gets. In fact, for a number of days I have been suffering from a lack of energy, from an anguish which is really terrible. I cannot do any work, I have no patience for reading or as you see, for writing and so the time, which here seems to be an eternity anyway, passes even more slowly. My absent mindedness and all sorts of agonizing thoughts depress the gloomy mood even further. In a word; I am suffering. Today I am again in such a state, I better finish.
12th April, 1915