sylvia.

If I rest, I think inward, I go mad.

I am jealous of those who think more deeply, who write better, who draw better, who look better, who live better, who love better than I.

How we need another soul to cling to. To rest and trust; to give your soul in confidence. I need this, I need someone to pour myself into.

I liked him too much - way too much, and I ripped him out of my heart so it wouldn’t get to hurt me more than it did.

If I didn't think, I'd be much happier.

The worst enemy to creativity is self-doubt.

I want to write you of my love. All I have ever touched or said to others is rehearsal for you, and preserved only for this.

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i really love sylvia plath. and i'm never sure how i feel about the fact that most things she writes is like reading my soul back to myself.