3 Quotes by Erica Garza

My adolescent years were convoluted with ideas that chaos was good, that depression meant you were a creative person. My heroes were Kurt Cobain, Courtney Love, Nancy Spungen. Sylvia fucking Plath… playing Russian roulette with various dicks to make a point that I just didn’t fucking care. I was a mess. I was interesting.

I felt more like Sylvia Plath or T.S. Eliot, an expat whose real mission was to escape.

Somehow the only way to mask my insecurity was to overpower it with sex.