I will cultivate restraint. I will stop being a loudmouthed puppy that falls all over people in a frantic effort to attract them. I want desperately to be liked.

"(I remember when Nancy Colson walked me home from Scouts in Winthrop with another girl. They would always run away giggling together when I started to tell them a story. I did not understand. Bewildered, breathless, I would run after them. And then I learned that they had arranged to run away so they wouldn't have to listen to my lengthy, dull rambling.) I will cultivate restraint. I will stop being a loudmouthed puppy that falls all over people in a frantic effort to attract them. I want desperately to be liked, I have gone through a period of awkward, self conscious unpopularity. Although I could be called an extrovert now, there are still recurrent traces of my old inferiority complex. I put new people on a pedestal, worshiping them for their surprising kindness to me, for their benevolent notice. How many silver-plated statues have I erected, only to humanize them as I grew to know their vulnerable frailties" (Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath)