I crush up my pills and snort them like dust. They are my sugar. They are the sweetness in the days that have none. They drip through me like tupelo honey.
Then they are gone. Then I need more. I always need more. For all of my life I have needed more.A precocious literary light, Elizabeth Wurtzel published her groundbreaking memoir of depression, Prozac Nation, atDownload book Download More, Now, Again: A Memoir of Addiction