Pick a man, any man. Every guy I fall for becomes Jesus Christ within the first twenty-four hours … - Elizabeth Wurtzel

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As we go through life our relationship with our own mortality and our inevitable demise increases.

Elizabeth Wurtzel

Pick a man, any man. Every guy I fall for becomes Jesus Christ within the first twenty-four hours of our relationship. I know that this happens, I see it happening, I even feel myself, sometimes, standing at some temporal crossroads, some distinct moment at which I can walk away and keep it from happening, but I never do. I grab at everything, I end up with nothing, and then I feel bereft. I mourn for the loss of something I never even had.

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That is all I want in life: for this pain to seem purposeful.

Being Sad, Depression, Life, Pain, Purposeful

Some 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.

Depression, Fall, Friends, Fun, Lying, Support

. . . if you feel everything intensely, ultimately you feel nothing at all.

Everything, Feels, Ifs, Intensely, Nothing, Ultimately

Depression is a lot like that: slowly, over the years, the data will accumulate in your heart and mind, a computer program for total negativity will build into your system, making life feel more and more unbearale. But you won't even notice it coming on, thinking that it is somehow normal, something about getter older, about turning eight or about turning twelve or turning fifteeen, and then one day you realize that your entire life is just awful, not worth living, a horror and a black blot on the white terrain of human existence. One morning you wake up afraid you are going to live.

Blot, Coming, Getter, Heart, Morning, Thinking

I want to explain how exhausted I am. Even in my dreams. How I wake up tired. How I’m being drowned by some kind of black wave.

Black, Dream, Drowned, Exhausted, Kind, Tired