"[T]he drug would make her forget how bad the pain had been, when all the time, in some secret part of her, that long, blind, doorless and windowless corridor of pain was waiting to open up and shut her in again.”
Sylvia Plath, The Bell Jar (via lifeinpoetry)

got offered a room at a group house in d.c., said i’d take it, am not 100% since i have an interview with a single bachelor type weirdo in a house next to all the bars and plan to take it if he turns out not to be a potential  sociopath (very good at spotting those, not so good at avoiding them,) anyway bottom line is i just white-lied my way into certainty that i’ll be leaving my parents’ house by the end of next week.