"Please don’t expect me to always be good and kind and loving. There are times when I will be cold and thoughtless and hard to understand."
"I don't know how long I kept at it... I felt reasonably safe, streched out on the floor, and lay quite still. It didn't seem to be summer any more"
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Source: Sylvia Plath (2008). “The Bell Jar”, p.34, Faber & Faber
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