Sarah

“Nothing made sense to me anymore. I knew I was young, I knew I was small. But I was worried that I might already be ruined.”
― Augusten Burroughs , A Wolf at the Table

“I wish I could find words to explain what this kind of cold is like – the cold that has somehow gotten in underneath your skin and is getting colder and colder inside you. It isn´t an outside sort of cold; it´s a cold that gets into your bones and into your blood and it feels like your heart itself is beating out the cold in hard bursts through your entire body, and you suddenly remember that you have a body because you can´t ignore it anymore. You feel like an ice cube. You feel like you´re naked and have fallen through thin ice on a lake and are drowning in the ice water underneath. You can´t breathe.”
― Marya Hornbacher, Wasted: A Memoir of Anorexia and Bulimia

“I hate news and information and anything that threatens to puncture the bubble of oblivion in which I live.”
― Augusten Burroughs, Magical Thinking: True Stories

“The brief relief of seeing other people when I leave my room turns into a desperate need to be alone, and then being alone turns into a terrible fear that I will have no friends, I will be alone in this world and in my life. I will eventually be so crazy from this black wave, which seems to be taking over my head with increasing frequency, that one day I will just kill myself, not for any great, thoughtful existential reasons, but because I need immediate relief.”
― Elizabeth Wurtzel, Prozac Nation