Why?

Why is that, one moment you’re free of this terrible feeling  that is gripping your heart, and you can breathe again, and you feel free again and then, the next moment.. it all comes back. And it’s even bigger, even darker and much more terrible than it ever was before.

“I am still so naive; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?”

—	Sylvia Plath