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I felt wise and cynical as all hell.

Sylvia Plath

I have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively passive and sad. Or I can go mad by ricocheting in between.
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Active Choice Constant Happiness Mad Mood Passive Sad
One thing, I try to be honest. And what is revealed is often rather hideously unflattering.
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Hide Honesty Reveal Try
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.
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Born Drops Eyes Shut World
I like people too much or not at all. I’ve got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them.
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Fall Mood People Understand
I write only because There is a voice within me That will not be still.
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Poetry Voice Writing
I want to be important. By being different. And these girls are all the same.
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Attitude Be Yourself Different Girl Imporant Same
I want so obviously, so desperately to be loved, and to be capable of love.
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Capable Desperate Love Obvious Want
It is so much safer not to feel, not to let the world touch me.
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Depression Safe Touch World
There is something demoralizing about watching two people get more and more crazy about each other, especially when you are the only extra person in the room.
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Alone Couple Crazy Each Other People Single
See, the darkness is leaking from the cracks. I cannot contain it. I cannot contain my life.
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Contain Crack Darkness Leak Life
I felt overstuffed and dull and disappointed, the way I always do the day after Christmas.
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Always Christmas Disappointment Feeling
I feel terribly vulnerable and ‘not-myself’ when I’m not writing.
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Feeling Terrible Vilnerable Writing
There is nothing like puking with somebody to make you into old friends.
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Friendship Humour Old
I’m sarcastic, skeptical, and sometimes callous because I’m still afraid, deep down, of letting myself be hurt.
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Afraid Depression Hurt Myself Sarcastic
Compared with me, a tree is immortal.
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Comparison Immortal Tree
It is awful to want to go away and to want to go nowhere.
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Awful Deep Freedom Want

I felt wise and cynical as all hell.

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