My head is giving me such a bad time that all I want to do is just to scratch my brains out.

My left eye has been tearing practically the whole day. I keep rubbing at it but it just keeps going, as if it has a mind of its own. In case you're wondering, I'm not crying. Really. I'm not.


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Every waking moment, all I want to do is either go to sleep or read Prozac Nation.

I think Elizabeth Wurtzel is onto something.

If ever for a moment, you thought you knew me, you were probably wrong.

You don't know me until you've read this book. It's really me she's writing in these pages.


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