seclusion is all I need for a few days, or week, or month(s). I can walk the streets, and not worry about running into anyone I know. I need to hide in the corner, book in hand, reaffirming that my life is going to continue to keep running. I don't need anyone but myself to explain what is happening to me. Or why, when I have yet to reach the 20 year mark I feel like I could die tomorrow and be satisfied? I hear I am a good person, but I think it's all just a farce. I think we can all do some pretty awful things, and I cannot say that I am unaware of my ability to be cruel.

I have never read The Bell Jar, but I think this might be the season to do so.