"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 felt my lungs inflate with the onrush of scenery—air, mountains, trees, people. I thought, "This is what it is to be happy."
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Source: Sylvia Plath (2007). “The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath”, p.25, Anchor
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