Sometimes I feel like I'm not solid -- I'm hollow. There's nothing behind my eyes. I'm a negative of a person. It's as if I never thought anything. I never wrote anything. I never felt anything. All I want is blackness -- Blackness, and silence.
...So what do you do when your life gets as bad as it can -- and just keeps getting worse?
---- excerpt from Sylvia (2003), a film about the last few years of Sylvia Plath's life.
