...occasionally I wished I could walk through a picture window and have the sharp, broken shards slash me to ribbons so I would finally look like I felt.
Elizabeth Wurtzel (2014). “Prozac Nation: Young and Depressed in America”, p.77, Houghton Mifflin Harcourt
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