5 Ways My Parent’s Divorce Taught Me To Believe In Love
Love is real and although there is a 50% chance I might fail — I’ll still believe otherwise.
Love is real and although there is a 50% chance I might fail — I’ll still believe otherwise.
At the end of the day, you were rejected. It sucked.
How do we determine where home is?
You text the entire time, lies about something you are doing that is productive. You don’t make eye contact. You don’t need to exist in person because you… well, you exist online.
You wish you lived in a city where no one drives. If you lived in New York instead of LA, you wouldn’t have this DUI and you wouldn’t have AA, and you wouldn’t be drinking your worries away.
Underneath it all, we still want what was promised us; and what’s more, we still believe we’re going to get it.
It is an inside joke with our entire generation, that idea. We say it casually to strangers in bars and with sober honesty to our best friends in bed and even scratch it in pseudo journals when no one else is around.
So be sexy, smart and a tease — that can be you — but just please make sure you are other things too…
Sometimes you disappear. It is easier than people think to slip off the edge of social consciousness and descend into the dark cave of self-introspective vicious circles.
So the thing is, the thing is. And that thing is this: