Monday, September 20, 2010

Letter No. 7

Dear Self,

Take it from Sylvia Plath:
"There must be quite a few things a hot bath won’t cure, but I don’t know many of them. Whenever I’m sad I’m going to die, or so nervous I can’t sleep, or in love with somebody I won’t be seeing for a week, I slump down just so far and then I say: “I’ll go take a hot bath.”

Go get yourself a bath tub when you get your own place someday. Ever since childhood you've imagined spending an hour at a bath tub after work just to get rid of a bad mood. Imagine the bubbles, the music playing as you rest your head and just escape for a moment. You've always loved the water.

Love,
A.

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