Sorry, one more.

In the same vein as my last post, I just want to say that I hate Sylvia Plath. She is depressing.

And for the record, she is not some suicidal martyr for literature. She specifically set up her suicide so that she would be found. She didn't want to die, she wanted attention. BUT--the milkman came late, and the postman was a different person, and so on and so forth.

Bitch was faking.

Anyway, Sylvia Plath isn't really all that deep.

--E.