"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."
"It was sometime in October; she had long ago lost track of all the days and it really didn’t matter because one was like another and there were no nights to separate them because she never slept any more."
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Source: Sylvia Plath (2013). “Johnny Panic and the Bible of Dreams: and other prose writings”, p.215, Faber & Faber
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