“I will not let myself get sick, go mad or retreat like a child into blubbering on someone else's shoulder. Masks are the order of the day-and the least I can do is cultivate the illusion that I am gay, serene, not hollow and afraid. Someday, god knows when, I will stop this absurd, self-pitying, idle, futile despair.” DespairDepressionPityHollowAfraidSylvia Plath Book:Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath Source: Red Comet: The Short Life and Blazing Art of Sylvia Plath