Everyone Is Obsessed With Being The ‘Cool Girl,’ And I’m Tired Of Pretending I Don’t Care
I just can’t do it anymore. For such a long while I was so OK with it, but I’m really so over all that now. I’m too old to not give a fuck.
I just can’t do it anymore. For such a long while I was so OK with it, but I’m really so over all that now. I’m too old to not give a fuck.
Just because he’s good on paper doesn’t mean that he’s “the one” or he’s even good enough for “right now.” Settling is a curse.
Maybe love is just a breath, a sense of calm, a steady feeling that you can’t quite put your finger on.
At the end of the day I can’t help but to think that if these guys actually wanted to be with me, they just would.
Until the music stops. Until I’ve slammed all the drinks. Until I smoked all the cigarettes. Until the bad sex is over. Until the party ends.
God, I loved you. You changed everything, you know.
I don’t want you to love me as a friend.
What if? But what if a million things?
Maybe life won’t ever make sense in one specific place. Maybe I won’t ever make sense in one specific place, either.
We’ve been in this rut for so long, it seems, and yet there everyone else goes, their lives flourishing with big-time keywords—like baby and wedding and house and promotion! We are nowhere near those things. The idea of it makes us cringe, in fact. So why are we erasing ourselves to the mainstream when we don’t even believe in it, anyway?