um, i'm losing my mind.
no joke. i feel like i am mentally unstable.
so, i will just not write in this place.
because i'm fearful of what i would say in this state.
this happens anytime the weather gets cold and windy.
and damn you sylvia plath. your writings are making me go even more out of my mind.
"Remember how he trusting looked long and sweetly at you out of the dark at the door with all the wild wind in the dark grasses, and how love was there in his face - making you, miraculously, the dream girl and woman, sister and sweetheart, mother and spiritual mistress. You walked in, laughter, tears welling, confused, mingling in your throat. How can you be so many women to so many people, oh you strange girl?"
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