“Girl, aging girl, is haunted by own nothingness & devours views from windows (stories, movies, overheard talk & sights in the street, pictures in newspapers, etc.) with continuous feeling she is ‘just about’, miraculously, to come into her own – her own life.”

“I want to taste and glory in each day, and never be afraid to experience pain; and never shut myself up in a numb core of nonfeeling, or stop questioning and criticizing life and take the easy way out. To learn and think: to think and live; to live and learn: this always, with new insight, new understanding, and new love.”

[text ID: I need a father. I need a mother. I need some older, wiser being to cry to. I talk to God, but the sky is empty.]

“Still, when I wake up…I feel as if I were rising from a grave, gathering my moldy, worm-riddled limbs into a final effort.”

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals

Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals

“In March I’ll be rested, caught up and human.”

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals

Sylvia Plath, from The Unabridged Journals

“I feel outcast on a cold star, unable to feel anything but awful helpless numbness.”