how do you think it fucking feels?

."My day to day life is this tumultuous battle against my very self. And regardless of however poetically I could ever piece this together, even if I were clinical or more narrative it is almost a total waste, a dead end."

plath ressurect

My inner life is nothing but fragments, shards of glass, funhouse mirrors. I’ll tell you in a letter what I want you to hear, what I wish were the facts. The facts. How different than truth, truth is in the mouth of the teller, the mind of the beholder, truth is flesh. Facts are stone. Alas, I a split between… Continue reading plath ressurect