A Quote by Elizabeth Wurtzel
Nothing in my life ever seemed to fade away or take its rightful place among the pantheon of experiences that constituted my eighteen years. It was all still with me, the storage space in my brain crammed with vivid memories, packed and piled like photographs and old dresses in my grandmother's bureau. I wasn't just the madwoman in the attic -- I was the attic itself. The past was all over me, all under me, all inside me.
Source: Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America
Contributed by: Charles