Prozac Nation
So I'm about eight chapters into Prozac Nation. When I first picked it up at Barnes and Nobles I ran into a corner and started reading...and quickly dissolved into tears, sobbing as Wurtzel's words illuminated the feelings that for so many years have hidden inside me. But while Wurtzel ran to escape the wave of blackness that shaded her life, I realize that same wave has trapped me against a cliff, effectively immobilizing me. My life is nothing like I'd ever imagined it to be. I have no idea what I want to do, but I'm beginning to think that I need to just settle down, work for the next few months and save up as much money as I possibly can... and then just dropping everything, buying a ticket, and traveling to the losts' promise land: Europe.
Here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to make a list of everything... I'm going to make my bucket list. And then i'm going to start checking things off.
And maybe somewhere along the way, i'll learn to start loving myself.
Here's what I'm going to do. I'm going to make a list of everything... I'm going to make my bucket list. And then i'm going to start checking things off.
And maybe somewhere along the way, i'll learn to start loving myself.