"The space from me to anyone who might understand how lousy I feel seems vast. I am harsh and defeated, and I never thought I would describe myself in either way. The list of things I can’t be bothered with goes on forever. The list of things that bother me goes on forever. I have lost my life."
A fragment of Elizabeth Wurtzel in New York Magazine. It's time to talk about her again, I thought I should let you know.