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I'm Happier Writing About Doctors Than I Would Have Been Being One.

To The Person In The Bell Jar, Blank And Stopped As A Dead Baby, The World Itself Is A Bad Dream.

But Writing Poems And Letters Doesn't Seem To Do Much Good.

I Was My Own Woman. The Next Step Was To Find The Proper Sort Of Man.

Please, I Want So Badly For The Good Things To Happen.