18th July, 1950

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"Come here," he said. "I'll whisper something: I like you, but not too much. I don't want to like anybody too much."

Then it hit me and I just blurted, "I like people too much or not at all. I've got to go down deep, to fall into people, to really know them." He was definite. "Nobody knows me

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[fridaynight_s]

ahh i love sylvia plath's journals they remind me that she's not the crazy woman who wants to eat men like air and actually pretty sane and normal.