Yes, I was infatuated with you: I am still. No one has ever
heightened such a keen capacity of physical sensation in me. I
cut you out because I couldn’t stand being a passing
fancy. Before I give my body, I must give my thoughts, my mind,
my dreams. And you weren’t having any of those.
——
Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
❝I am
terrified by this dark thing that sleeps in
me.
“
After something
happens to you, you either over dramatize it or underplay it,
exaggerate the wrong parts or ignore the important
ones.
”
I wish to cry. Yet, I laugh, and my lipstick
leaves a red stain like a bloody
crescent moon on the top of the beer can.
–– Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals
❝I've
been needing, more than anything, to talk to somebody, to
spill out the tight, jealous, envious, apprehensive neurotic
tensions in
me.
I
want to talk to everybody
I
can, as deeply as I
can.
I want to be able to
sleep in
anopen field,to travel,
to walk freely at night.
- Sylvia
Plath
“I am so busy keeping my head
above water that I scarcely know who I am, much less who anyone
else is.”
“
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