I Wish Elizabeth Wurtzel Would Stop

I was twenty-three throughout most of 1994, and like most 23-year-olds, I was living inside the sense that I would never be okay. I knew I wanted to write. I knew I wanted love. But beyond that, I was so short-sighted in my understanding of myself and the world around me, that I couldn't envision a world where my pain didn't come front and center. I was led around by it back then