journal entry Monday, May 16, 2005
I feel so weak as though everything amounts to nothing. As if life meant to be this great thing is nothing. It was very good that Dr.C called me back because I knew that I needed help today. I usually think I can fix things myself when I can't. After talking with her I felt like a little girl. I feel so much pain inside. I can't seem to take it. Over the past three days I have thought of death often in the darkness which overtakes me. There is no "art" to dying Ms.Sylvia Plath but it does feel "like hell" to feel as though you want to die. Like hell, like hell truly it is...I knew too well. I suffer yes and yet I live still with pain inside. At odds with myself, my thoughts, and my mind. How I want to give in and keep myself away from everything if only to heal myself. I cannot live with such self-hatred, it kills everything happy and it is slowly doing me in. Why do I always feel so alone? To think of death so longingly--such hell that feeling brings to me again and again.I am only a little girl (referring to inner child)..17 and a little girl am I. I cannot get away from the emptiness inside in the dark night. Emptiness and darkness have almost become one in the same.
~ Sylvia
I feel so weak as though everything amounts to nothing. As if life meant to be this great thing is nothing. It was very good that Dr.C called me back because I knew that I needed help today. I usually think I can fix things myself when I can't. After talking with her I felt like a little girl. I feel so much pain inside. I can't seem to take it. Over the past three days I have thought of death often in the darkness which overtakes me. There is no "art" to dying Ms.Sylvia Plath but it does feel "like hell" to feel as though you want to die. Like hell, like hell truly it is...I knew too well. I suffer yes and yet I live still with pain inside. At odds with myself, my thoughts, and my mind. How I want to give in and keep myself away from everything if only to heal myself. I cannot live with such self-hatred, it kills everything happy and it is slowly doing me in. Why do I always feel so alone? To think of death so longingly--such hell that feeling brings to me again and again.I am only a little girl (referring to inner child)..17 and a little girl am I. I cannot get away from the emptiness inside in the dark night. Emptiness and darkness have almost become one in the same.
~ Sylvia