i've fallen in love, again. with sylvia plath. her journals and poetry and "the bell jar." I cant stop reading it. she utterly facinates me. To be so fucked up and know exactly how to write about it. If i could bring somebody back, it would be her, just to talk. i bet she'd get me. shes so smart, she found the way out of her labyrinth, even if she killed herself.
buuuut, it sure won't do much to cheer you up.
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