I had become my own worst enemy. I fed myself moments of anxiety to feel alive.
“If you get a boyfriend, you can no longer be my friend.”
I don't have to please everyone to justify taking up space.
What I missed out on, I chose to regain through sex.
Terms of agreement are absolutely non-negotiable.
If my parents knew I learned to type fast to keep up with role-playing threads on Neopets – not as a result of writing papers – they’d have a fit.
My bullies forgot their actions in the blink of an eye. But I couldn't.
It melts like butter in the mouth, and powerlessness in your bones.
And thus, love becomes everything, and nothing at all.
Guys are dumb, and so are crushes.
Your roomie will wish she chilled with you instead when she's hungover the next morning.