I am jealous of men. I envy the man his physical freedom to lead a double life. - Sylvia Plath

I must learn more about these people — try to understand them, put myself in their place. No, instead I am so busy keeping my head above water that I scarcely know who I am, much less who anyone else is.

And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter — they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.

I took a deep breath and listened to the old brag of my heart: I am, I am, I am.