“I am drowning in negativism, self-hate, doubt, madness - and even I am not strong enough to deny the routine, the rote, to simplify. No, I go plodding on, afraid that the blank hell in back of my eyes will… — Sylvia Plath Copy Share Image
“I wasn’t anybody at all. And I began to get afraid that all at once maybe my eyes would break open like soap bubbles and everybody would see there wasn’t anything there, just a vile mess. And I was afraid… — Linda Wagner-Martin Copy Share Image
