The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

by Sylvia Plath

I may never be happy, but tonight I am content.

At times like this I’d call myself a fool to ask for more …

I would like to be everyone, a cripple, a dying man, a whore, and then come back to write about my thoughts, my emotions, as that person. But I am not omniscient. I have to live my life, and it is the only one I’ll ever have. And you cannot regard your own life with objective curiosity all the time …