I didn’t want my picture taken because I was going to cry. I didn’t know why I was going to cry, but I knew that if anybody spoke to me or looked at me too closely the tears would fly out of my eyes and the sobs would fly out of my throat and I’d cry for a week. I could feel the tears brimming and sloshing in me like water in a glass that is unsteady and too full.
— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar
my life is seriously a joke. tell me the last time you heard about someone’s ex-girlfriend coming to spend Thanksgiving with them even though they are DATING SOMEONE ELSE NOW. I feel like I’m going to throw up. side note: this bitch is legit insane.