Ana Grace’s Reviews > The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath > Status Update

“ I cry out to you. I want to write you, of my love, that absurd faith that keeps me chaste, so chaste that all I have ever touched or said to others becomes only the rehearsal for you, and preserved only for this.” So what if I cried myself to sleep? 😐 Sylvia babygirl this is getting too real