I feel like it’s really important to talk about the fact that Sylvia Plath’s children never learned how their mother died until they were studying her in school. that’s honestly pretty fucked up.
I want to kill myself.
Maybe years from now
I’ll look upon today as something fragile.
We are at the brink of chaos.
You are proficient in Pacification and Reassurance.
Standardize these emotions until they can only be ejected/projected.
Sitting here is potential at its highest point
Manufacturing each thought through a design machine
My heart has been beating fast for the last three days.