Jan 27, 2005 16:45
Who would have ever thought that of all the people in the world, and I mean all, the one person I found I could relate myself to almost exactly is a writer. A producer of literature. Sylvia Plath. There really is...was someone out there who feels the same emptiness deep inside. Someone who felt like an empty shell of life who hated the thought of life but didn't want to die. I've only made it a few pages into her freshman and sophomore year into college but she's so intelligent, she's depressed, she's amazing at describing her feelings. She would make a great friend. Once I can dive deeper into her maybe I can understand who I am and how I feel. I can make another post when I discover more. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I could find someone so exact.
I'm a shitty person, a real asshole. :\