Bittersweet is the amount of times you screwed up, and the amount of lessons you learned in the process.
“There are concrete steps you have to take in perfect order to do it right. These steps are consistent across every version of the game I’ve ever read. The only things that aren’t consistent are the consequences of doing the steps wrong and exactly what ‘Otherworld’ is actually like.”
The world was blurry, your lungs full, nothing made sense. How did you get here? Where are your friends? What day is it? You could never forget noticing the used condom on the ground, or noticing there was someone in front of you, and he was rolling on another one.
I would smile and pretend those snippets of “advice” weren’t just veiled criticisms, that I wasn’t utterly mortified every time sometime came up to me and mentioned my skin, that I didn’t feel completely humiliated about the way their words suggested that I was somehow at fault for not taking better care of myself.
considering that – according to the National Institute of Justice – 85 to 90 percent of sexual assaults reported by college women are committed by someone they know, it is no wonder the public is so keen of victim blaming.
Call me an irrational optimist, but I feel that dating apps work against fate and force things that are supposed to happen naturally.
We were steadily and genuinely happy. And then it started, the slow demise, completely opposite of how it happened.
To the one who got away, you drove me crazy in a way that made me want you more and more.
Thank you for helping me realize what I’m worth as a person, that I should never settle. If someone as amazing as you can care so much about me, then I must be worth so much more than I thought.
A thousand scenes of our past dance through my head. All rationality is out of earshot, held below the surface, gurgling and pleading for a chance to reason.