[huge sigh of relief] after 15 minutes of Google, I finally found the quote I was referencing. Hurray! It's from one of Plath's poems. And, no, it doesn't mean you sound depressed... She was about more than that. Rawness, really; a great exposition of inner bone and decaying mortar. Anyway, here's the poem:

Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;
I lift my lids and all is born again.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,
And arbitrary blackness gallops in
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed
And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell's fires fade
Exit seraphim and Satan's men
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you'd return the way you said,
But I grow old and I forget your name.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;
At least when spring comes they roar back again.
I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.
(I think I made you up inside my head.)

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Maybe you can see why your story made me think of this... Reading it again, I can definitely see a connetion, heh.