Monday, November 10, 2008
Inspiration
Reading Sylvia Plath inspired me today to write. My personal journal has become somewhat of a confessional. I scribbled down notes in the middle of the building, with people and professors walking by. It was liberating in a sense. I don't want to be anyones stereotype. People see one aspect of me and extrapolate it to be all of me. I don't think that's fair. Sylvia plath was such a whiny teenager, all she can talk about is her lack of boyfriend. Except she goes on dates all the time.
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