11 6 / 2011
fuck you.
& you.
& you.
& you.
& you.
& you.
& you.
re-reading The Bell Jar.
i think Sylvia Plath and i had similar minds. it’s comforting.
but what is not comforting is that she killed herself, leaving behind two children.
i’m sure she had her reasons.
need to wake up in 3 hours.
cannot manage to sleep, have been trying since 11:30PM, it’s now 3:05AM.
photoshoot during the day. kalamazoo.
babysitting all night.
i have also began re-reading Winter Notes on Summer Impressions by Dostoevsky
& other related books from Russian Civilization, i kept them all. all 40.
not sure what i plan to get out of them a second time around,
surely something since i’m actually comprehending them this time.
