/lit/ - Literature

>The Requiem
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>>560249
The other two are from an entry on December 27, 1958, where Plath talks about how she wanted her mother to love her.

I felt I couldn't write because she would appropriate it. Is that all? I felt if I didn't write then nobody would accept me as a human being. Writing, then, was a substitute for myself: if you don't love me, then love my writing and love me for my writing.

MY WRITING IS MY WRITING IS MY WRITING. Whatever elements there were in it of getting her approval I must no longer use it for that. I must not expect her love for it. [Omission.] I must change, not she. Why is telling her of a success so unsatisfying: because one success is never enough: when you love, you have an indefinite lease of it. When you approve, you only approve single acts. Thus approval has a short dateline. The question is: so much for that, good, but now, what is the next thing?