elizabeth wurtzel

Some friends don’t understand this. They don’t understand how desperate I am to have someone say, I love you and I support you just the way you are because you’re wonderful just the way you are. They don’t understand that I can’t remember anyone ever saying that to me. I am so demanding and difficult for my friends because I want to crumble and fall apart before them so that they will love me even though I am no fun, lying in bed, crying all the time, not moving. Depression is all about if you loved me you would.
—  Prozac Nation – the most relatable quote in the history of quotes
Some friends don’t understand this. They don’t understand how desperate I am to have someone say, I love you and I support you just the way you are because you’re wonderful just the way you are. They don’t understand that I can’t remember anyone ever saying that to me. I am so demanding and difficult for my friends because I want to crumble and fall apart before them so that they will love me even though I am no fun, lying in bed, crying all the time, not moving. Depression is all about If you loved me you would.
—  Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation
You’re going to leave me, aren’t you? … You’ve had enough of me, haven’t you? You’re probably so tired of all this crying and all these moods, and I’ve got to tell you, so am I. So am I. Sometimes it seems like my mind has a mind of its own, like I just get hysterical, like it’s something I can’t control at all. And I don’t know what to do, and I feel so sorry for you because you don’t know what to do either. And I’m sure you’re going to leave me now.
—  Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation
In a strange way, I had fallen in love with my depression. I loved it because I thought it was all I had. I thought depression was the part of my character that made me worthwhile. I thought so little of myself, felt that I had such scant offerings to give to the world, that the one thing that justified my existence at all was my agony.
—  Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation
If i was another person, i wouldnt want to deal with me. I dont want to deal with me. Its so hopeless. I want out of this life. I really do. I keep thinking that if i could just get a grip on myself, I could be all right again. I keep thinking that I’m driving myself crazy, but I swear, I swear to god, I have no control. It’s so awful. It’s like demons have taken over my mind. And nobody believes me. Everybody thinks I could be better if I wanted to. But I can’t be the old me anymore. I can’t be myself anymore. I mean, actually, I am being myself right now and it’s so horrible.
—  Prozac Nation