Towards The End, I was entirely silent, and I can’t tell if that’s a fault of my overall character or telling of how numb I was to everything that was happening.
I read two articles earlier—one was on self-sabotaging and the other was on what to do when the person you like and want and who likes and wants you, ends up liking and wanting someone else too. Both made me feel kinda nauseous.
Hello there, generic internet audience. It is I, a generic 20-something writer living in New York City, here to bestow upon you some generic advice about love and dating and relationships (sup Jake, are you still checking in on me?).
I still check his social media!!! Even though we don’t talk!!! I still get butterflies when there’s something new!!! What the FUCK!!!
There is nothing men fear more than the hot girl’s friend coming over to join the conversation. It is the universal code for Game Over.
It’s so important you bring the essentials! Like makeup remover wipes and a strong sense of biting resentment!
The warmth and satisfaction that comes from finishing a serious, emotionally-draining, and vulnerable conversation—especially late at night and especially if not pre-planned.
CHEESE FRIES: “Insanely good” and “cheap” but “offset” by the fact that you will “inevitably” throw it all up in “less than an hour wait.”
But, like, should I start one?!?
It’s funny to read in my diaries how some of my worst moments happened in LA, but nostalgia makes me think it’s ok to go back. I said this to someone recently and they thought that “funny” was a weird way of describing it.