Tell me if you can diary, why must I face another grouling day in this dank and uninviting dwelling. Such a place does not deserve to be labelled "home". Such a discerning town does not even deserve a respectable name! Oh how I wish that stupid child would be over with its endless crying. If only Ted were here. Then it would be QUIET! .
It has been almost 3 months since the start of winter and I haven't felt this hungry in years. No money, no food. My need to put pen to paper has seemed to skyrocket ever since these rough times begun. I do not know if that is a good or a bad thing though? All my literature has seemed to spill into the hole that resembles my life and every word I write seems to spiral downwards into depression. That is what I am feeling, isn't it? Two weeks ago I came down with a terrible flue, which I feel, is slowly killing me. Maybe it will kill me, maybe it will end all this sadness and suffering I am going through? Maybe then it will bring an end to this coldest of winters, this frozen trap of despair and suffering. .
The thoughts of my own death are constantly on my mind. My death as well as the death of those two diminutive little bastards. Last night I had a dream of the youngest's death at my hands, it was as terrible as it was beautiful. When I looked at his face he looked so innocent, hungry and emaciated, but so sweet at the same time. Why should I have let him wait years upon years for a life reminiscent of mine? Why should I let him linger until the day his father dies? Or until something or someone he has that is so perfect in everyway just ups and leaves, packs their bags and leaves their lonesome wife on her own to lead into such a state as is mine. No, I could not let history repeat.
As I looked into his eyes I felt myself picturing them, swelling and throbbing, bursting tiny blood vessels and filling with thick red blood as I squeezed the last breath of air out of his damned lungs.
Sylvia Plath What was it that drove Sylvia Plath to suicide? What encourages a poet such as Sylvia Plath to produce such intense pieces of writing? ... Sylvia Plath had it all. ... After Plath's death, Hughes" destroyed many of her journal entries. ... People Garrett-4 only know what Plath's poems, novels, and remaining diary entries tell them. ...
