August 2011
acheshirecat:
“Those days that I tried to be the little girl I was supposed to be drained me. I went home at night and cried for hours because so many people in my life expecting me to be a certain way was too much pressure, as if I’d been held against a wall and interrogated for hours, asked questions I couldn’t answer any longer.” — Prozac Nation by Elizabeth Wurtzel
July 2011
