And it seemed hard to believe that these people who were so close to me couldn’t see how desperate I was, or if they could they didn’t care enough to do anything about it, or if they cared enough to do anything about it they didn’t believe there was anything they could do, not knowing—or not wanting to know—that their belief might have been the thing that made the difference.
Elizabeth WurtzelSome 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 WurtzelBanned! My eyes light up, I think I see stars. Anything that has been banned by anyone must be something I’d like.
Elizabeth WurtzelI'd really like to write a book about Timothy McVeigh, but it would only work if he cooperated.
Elizabeth WurtzelMy imagination, my ability to understand the way love and people grow over time, how passion can surprise and renew, utterly failed me.
Elizabeth WurtzelWhenever I talk to anyone I care about, I am always seeking approval. There is always a pleading lilt in my voice that demands love. Even the people I work with, the ones I am supposed to have a professional relationship with, all business, get pulled into my need. I can't help it. I want to be adored.
Elizabeth Wurtzel