but not everything has to be pretty. the truth is that sometimes I like the silence. sometimes I like the dark, and the loneliness that comes with being in it. I like the tears and the calmness that they bring me. know that I hate feeling like this, but understand why I do. I’m not doubting you, I’m just waiting for the inevitable. preparing myself for the fall at the end or this, trying to...
i have the choice of being constantly active and happy or introspectively...– sylvia plath (the unabridged journals of sylvia plath)