BC: Contusion Color floods to the spot, dull purple. The rest of the body is all washed out, The color of pearl. In a pit of rock The sea sucks obsessively, One hollow the whole sea's pivot. The size of a fly, The doom mark Crawls down the wall. The heart shuts, The sea slides back, The mirrors are sheeted. -Slyvia Plath
FC: "If you expect nothing from anybody, you’re never disappointed." — Sylvia Plath (The Bell Jar)
1: How can you stay normal, in a world that's so insane? This is what Slyvia Plath thought. She just received a scholarship in New York. Besides this, nothing is going right for her. 1950-1955
2: In this time of her life, her success led her into a deep dark pit of nothing.
3: How could she live? She had nothing to rely on. Her whole life, she was dependent on herself. I don't think she really considered herself crazy, she just felt out of touch with the world.
4: One of Sylvia Plath's ways to "escape" was her interest in poems.
5: Sadly, she committed suicide... She had gone crazy, and did anything to give her death... In the end, that's what she received.