“Sylvia Plath had become her favorite poet during her angsty, high school years. After that, much like a drug dealer, Sylvia always seemed to know when she was feeling particularly low and would start hanging around. Recently, Ellen had started The Bell Jar alongside Sylvia’s personal diary entries. If it was physically possible to OD on a dead poet, she was going to find out.” ~ me.
…is it douchey to quote yourself?