I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I — Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

I buried my head under the darkness of the pillow and pretended it was night. I couldn't see the point of getting up. I had nothing to look forward to.

— Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar

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