I wanted to be where nobody I knew could ever come.
My mother said the cure for thinking too much about yourself was helping somebody who was worse off than you.
I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.
I knew I should be grateful to Mrs Guinea, only I couldn't feel a thing. If Mrs Guinea had given me a ticket to Europe, or a round-the-world cruise, it wouldn't have made one scrap of difference to me...
I waited, as if the sea could make my decision for me.
When they asked me what I wanted to be I said I didn't know.
That afternoon my mother had brought me the roses.Save them for my funeral, I'd said.
Not easy to state the change you made.If I'm alive now, I was dead,Though, like a stone, unbothered by it.
Sylvia Plath is there for me when actual living people upon who I have depended upon my whole life, are not. What I mean to say is, without her words, I'd be exponentially more messed up than I am alr...
To the person in the bell jar, blank and stopped as a dead baby, the world itself is a bad dream.
I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.