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It's probably not a good idea to spend time with Sylvia Plath on a snow day (all that quiet time for too much introspection), yet I found this (until now, mostly unread) on my shelf and pulled it off to read while I sip tea.

I find her journals much more intriguing and well-written than The Bell Jar, yet I imagine I will re-shelf this before the afternoon is over. It's just all a bit too much.

I can only begin to imagine what it would be like to live day in, day out with all these thoughts in one's head...it makes me so sad to think that such despair comes with such talent.


http://thoughtcatalog.com/jeffrey-ellinger/2014/06/80-memorable-passages-from-the-unabridged-journals-of-sylvia-plath/

12. “Face it, kid, you’ve had a hell of lot of good breaks. No Elizabeth Taylor, maybe. No child Hemingway, but God, you are growing up. In other words, you’ve come a long way from the ugly introvert you were only five years ago. Pats on the back in order? OK. Tan, tall, blondish, not half bad.” - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

16. “Someday, god knows when, I will stop this absurd, self-pitying, idle, futile despair.”

17. “God, I want to get to know him. If I could build an idea and creative life with him, or someone like him, I would feel I lived a testimony of constructive faith in a hell of a world. And our reality would be our heaven. Please, I dream of talking to him again, under apple trees at night in the hills of orchards; talking, quoting poetry, and making a good life. Please, I want so badly for the good things to happen.”

"Anesthetizing myself again, and pretending nothing is there...My inability to lose myself in a character, a situation."