Status Updates From سيلفيا بلاث اليوميات

these entries are truly like a drug. i cannot put them down. i have to physically pull myself away from the book. i have never had someone understand me so clearly before, so equally. i sound like every single girl who ever discovered sylvia plath but i mean this. i would not pour my heart out here otherwise. i have cried everytime i have continued my readings and im nowhere close to finished.

Here I am, once again, trying to finish this

“I talk to God, but the sky is empty”

“Your room is not your prison. You are.”

“I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am.”

“I lay and cried and began to feel again, to admit I was human, vulnerable, sensitive.”

[…]”it is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch one”