forgive me father, for I have sinned.

My name is Marah Renae. I'm eighteen years of age, and live in the depths of the Arizona desert. I'm pretty sarcastic, and easy going most of the time. I am really indecisive, and someday I will die of starvation because I won't know what to eat. I'm sober, uninterested, and fickle. But if I like you, I love you. The end.

I can never read all the books I want; I can never be all the people I want and live all the lives I want. I can never train myself in all the skills I want. And why do I want? I want to live and feel all the shades, tones and variations of mental and physical experience possible in life. And I am horribly limited

—Sylvia Plath