“I am afraid. I am not solid, but hollow. I feel behind my eyes a numb, paralyzed cavern, a pit of hell, a mimicking nothingness… I want to kill myself, to escape from responsibility, to crawl back abjectly into the womb. I do not know who I am, where I am going - and I am the one who has to decide the answers to these hideous questions… There is nowhere to go - not home, where I would blubber and cry, a grotesque fool, into my mother’s skirts—not to men, where I want more than ever their stern, final, paternal directive…” — Sylvia Plath
I read The Bell Jar by Sylvia Plath a few months ago and I fell in love with her writing. I have collected her books of poems and short stories, basically anything I can get my hands on. I want to know more about her, I want to swim in her voice and just be hypnotized by her words. She is an inspiration to me and I wish that she hadn't taken her life.
Christina
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