The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

by Sylvia Plath

If I can offer that combination, why shouldn’t I expect it in a man? –

“If he will kiss me, everything will be all right; I’ll be pretty again.”

Ah, what the hell do I care what they think – (damn much.)

CAN A SELFISH EGOCENTRIC JEALOUS AND UNIMAGITIVE FEMALE WRITE A DAMN THING WORTH WHILE?

(And thinking how Catholics are indoctrinated, and how hard to argue with are these then also.)

reality is relative, depending on what lens you look through.

science-boy and humanities-girl

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.