girl should be like a butterfly. ... Sometimes you gotta be a beauty and a beast! Love me or hate me either way I'm gonna shine. I'm not short, I'm concentrated awesome! Money can't buy happiness. ... Sometimes I pretend to be normal. ... Be so good they can't ignore you.
I've never had this pleasure to write you, but I'm really eager to write you, ma'am. I am attempting my best to pen this epistle to express my best. As you may have received a many letters in your youth, from various young folks thanking you for your works. I've reading you from last 2 years, your poems, journals and the only novel "The Bell Jar" and I'm yet to read your short stories, hope I'll find it soon and complete. When I've started reading you, ma'am your works ( poems ) seems very relatable, your language is complex yet real expressions and phrases puts everyone in easy efforts to find your motive to pen something. Your poem, "Daddy" is the first poem I've read and when I read it, I'm really in an hangover like thing to say the truth; and then I searched some information regarding you, and that really shocked me, but that's the reality you quit the world long ago. Your appearance and your loyal confessions are always there to witness your depression and your suicide and your suicide attempts. To confess the truth, I always find you realist and my inspiration. As you, too started penning as depressed child; me too, Started penning as depressed child to heal myself. I always find your opinions similar to mine, and it's really helps me to see the things as the way they are, no matter if I'm suffering from depression. There are darker realities always and own feelings and the things that we're just used to pen. Well, you're true realist, I've never thought myself as a realist as I always try to be optimist but I'm not an optimist, too. I do not acknowledge positive things, and when it comes to traits my journals are always filled as yours. There's always different perspectives to see the world but we always try to be with similar thoughts that we do carry, your poems always gives me strength to live but due to darker realities I always failed, and back to where I always used be and read you. When I've completed your novel, "The Bell Jar" I was highly impressed by your writing and the beauty of the magnificent proses. The fig metaphor is wisely used by you to picturised situations that today in this contemporary world, matters a lot. When it comes to feminism, you've wisely used the words and put them in thought, the wise use of paradox to satire or to express the manly thing you've done very well, ma'am; for instance, this quote "Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you". Evenly, world has always praised your words and you're always credited to your witty true confessional poems; you attempted suicide twice in your teenage years, but you succeed in your early thirties to wave eternal good bye, this seems painful but I do fancy what's your mentality on that time, when you chosen to die, and also as you penned somewhere you're really did so, "Dying is an art, like everything else. I do it exceptionally well. I do it so it feels like hell. I do it so it feels real. I guess you could say I've a call". This is strange but appealing. So, ma'am I'm very grateful to you for your earnest works filled with only truth and I'm always gonna to see your spirit in your works. You're the brilliant feme, who led the world by her poetries and journals . Your appealing writings everytime deserves a long ovation. You're the best Western prime artist to pen your expressions, ma'am.